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5 \! B* Z% f$ b0 j$ ?/ c: F" bStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! B- V7 Q3 F X+ H
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! _/ e& K7 c# @5 W2 O1 s) F
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% O/ V2 _7 F6 cCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% ^0 Q% E) a. f6 l0 lNow I understand what you tried to say to me,+ z/ r- `3 K6 H! `, V
How you suffered for you sanity, 2 P6 z' O3 R/ V0 P. h- x4 ?
How you tried to set them free, [7 V; F2 V5 Q& h9 f
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( x' S5 [1 f8 w$ K) `( JStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) j' K0 h2 `; j/ \" j5 ]0 `5 nSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% p6 i- q9 B$ _Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 b7 h. ^6 a6 K* a* D7 ]Weathered 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, 1 P. N6 X3 ]2 ^& _. n) U, d5 F$ I) ]
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% L+ z7 X; o2 pYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ' Q& Z4 E. b& `, g8 @# {0 ~. P4 ~+ ~& D
But I could have told you, Vincent, 8 \$ x3 d" M0 [1 P& ~
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & R n( L, x- _: m; b- `9 G5 U
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 X! d. n, P$ r! _. B" \Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) W" a: w) D B" a ]7 KLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 O* ~" e, Y* Q% s* l4 U; e
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' \) a+ [4 V7 r
' d2 ], O; z* ]Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 Q, p. w* R: x5 _
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 j. S! `( u2 L1 O8 r: Q( y1 LHow you tried to set them free, ; w+ |/ A5 W8 U# @- _7 O+ l
They would not listen they're not listening still,
1 ? d$ P& |) M# uPerhaps they never will. |
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