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) D2 l) t) P9 H2 GStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 A, M/ b; u' k
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; @) v8 S8 w" q: c3 C* b: o9 G( t
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' V, [1 t# A; h" N" L
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. |' V! c# c( P/ ~Now I understand what you tried to say to me,4 O- B; y/ l8 C% m% X4 J3 E5 Z
How you suffered for you sanity, - F3 T( o3 J7 B! b
How you tried to set them free, 0 V9 m2 d$ D' w& _4 r0 [: e4 V5 J
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 C3 G- Z* c/ I' ]& h1 U" k3 k
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% @$ d: h; b5 S$ C( NSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. P5 b5 {! G! W$ J% jColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 c% [% F0 Q1 ^- {; f; PWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # S$ \: v6 |0 I# L, P" ?
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: @* F* T8 z1 \0 ~) S% }7 PAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ N, o D+ M( b# O2 b0 L8 v% qYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
" t' P, u; _ P* \But I could have told you, Vincent, % g; h% I, S9 k4 k) Q# u8 K* E _4 N
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % U- d8 V5 H7 s5 g$ _
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 c' k$ L1 d9 e% D5 x3 DLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: h9 y5 }) m0 j, ]The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 i. o+ W1 |/ H9 ^: I2 i
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 b' C8 A" J$ g0 F; s# HHow you suffered for you sanity,
, u" g* k M c4 j$ nHow you tried to set them free,
" e1 B! u5 H: Y- A L1 f2 O" p5 b1 |+ l: {They would not listen they're not listening still, , }, [' }; o; y% \% J& F9 O- C- p) A! Z
Perhaps they never will. |
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