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8 G+ c* u# U/ c) H# D* ^% UStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 j/ ?. }1 }( M6 q4 z( b3 p: U sLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 s* E2 D. e' L3 A
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, d- `& e3 t$ f, Q3 e% b3 Q! {: F
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 T7 H* L' ~* L" q4 |0 [4 T9 WNow I understand what you tried to say to me,5 }+ N( N4 q6 w; C) u8 Q" B, j8 N9 @
How you suffered for you sanity,
% C6 m5 I% e9 ]& x/ WHow you tried to set them free, - J# N0 c! w G7 r( j6 i
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( y' z* Q w0 T, h; ?. {- FStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 h6 J- k# A/ s8 d5 ^0 q% T
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 N" t! v! T; B3 F; JColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ P0 Y4 @3 C9 p; F) g* T+ bWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ) k4 B) `* m3 R1 z" n: d% G+ w, S0 l5 F6 ]
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 x9 A$ c7 O# F+ ?% yYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 r3 L0 p7 Y2 r2 y2 lBut I could have told you, Vincent,
! P1 c, r% r! h8 GThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; d, n3 d* x* r3 x6 Q/ k
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 u3 P; N5 h G% [) R# wFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + f! v/ m3 u2 t% n
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; C( Y9 v% w8 x6 ~% Q7 o9 p* \
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : _- c! Q% ~0 N7 n0 t' V
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 ]) Q7 S* _: i/ u6 s
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 @% q+ R2 K- E1 Q% e2 k( YHow you tried to set them free, / D) y, c$ y) Q! F. x
They would not listen they're not listening still,
) E' }4 I* w5 n1 UPerhaps they never will. |
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