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2 Q1 Q0 o( ~/ RStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 F( j+ [$ H6 rLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 a* n$ a' M3 c+ ~0 o3 ?7 L' }. UShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; Q! n( A! n/ H! c3 i$ jCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - P! L* ]7 C9 N
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,! x0 R8 l# e2 N( L+ O. {
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 J B1 h; v* b5 {7 VHow you tried to set them free,
}9 b/ d) v; `9 R8 y. }* oThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
}# N, z. Z- B# g4 L1 b/ SStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' t' C# \- F. h! k, \5 PSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 R. P3 [# u' S4 m0 T+ w6 sColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / t7 ?1 k5 n5 Y0 u
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - @% B, B" |; g* s
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ( A0 |1 d H4 U8 U' e
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 ]- h/ [2 k. D# F" IYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 h4 P" ~6 |+ r( U* R- m! _# t. EBut I could have told you, Vincent,
0 Y3 }/ U( o/ K9 ]This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 n) C+ G) l$ q9 D8 Y; i, {
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ N5 k) \9 J7 U- b; r0 hFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ) L6 a' j: y# E* p+ t2 ~ h6 ~9 `' o
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 z5 a# P8 G/ ]1 m) I
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; {. X2 |: {" ?7 D) h9 I0 I
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
5 H# n# A1 F1 |) FHow you suffered for you sanity,/ m3 W+ _$ r3 n1 A, [! _
How you tried to set them free,
1 V" X) w7 p! `They would not listen they're not listening still, ! M# q" P1 F6 m1 L2 X+ Q; ~
Perhaps they never will. |
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