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" b4 w7 V: L6 ^" }' HStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. |% H# e% l$ ZLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 q! }: v3 G, U# Z2 t$ p9 ]Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! G; ^" }/ P* b% ?! c: `4 }
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 |" h9 k' U! c) V, x6 }Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 @1 C4 y& G5 T# A, \How you suffered for you sanity,
/ O/ F: Z1 @' \2 o6 WHow you tried to set them free, 0 I8 f8 O$ f- g% M
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # a/ h* z6 d8 F
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 Z/ x" g- H/ H) b& O! A6 B: y' w- g
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) o$ Y& F; W ]+ o1 Z
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* K1 T; X' G, D) f, i7 gWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # ^$ E* ?/ A: [& a7 C
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
) c6 c' N$ J. S- `- }Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: w+ |) Y/ t+ aYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
) u( @7 e4 E% |6 f" w% i. v& o; EBut I could have told you, Vincent, 1 }$ }% I ^# O! V X
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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% Q8 Z# ]0 w! Z) c$ n ?Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 @2 F/ B# [, p
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 j# U0 J3 ]4 \! n, c" e7 Z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
z8 [# d" S' e. v5 G5 }The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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4 c4 f. R4 I6 Y* @+ t4 ^Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ( @4 h$ @# z) E
How you suffered for you sanity,; X" ?6 y3 J4 n. M4 `8 }
How you tried to set them free, * E& @6 @4 K+ t# s$ n
They would not listen they're not listening still,
- i$ y& W3 h4 M- s7 MPerhaps they never will. |
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