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5 _, |* h4 f2 p( eStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! L: n4 `5 [6 w, V, e
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
) L4 ~) m; J* W2 t7 t1 x ^: j$ m# dShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- f8 J2 ~# x V, B. MCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: k3 ^1 O `9 ?Now I understand what you tried to say to me,& F s0 f2 }8 k) X& B" s
How you suffered for you sanity,
! ]# j$ J6 c3 `$ d! yHow you tried to set them free, % A7 _) I( ] {- c
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * t( G8 e/ c0 h: v
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) M7 w/ |. U4 `) M, }! }Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & a1 P2 H4 B& Y6 H
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
P" t# S( c+ { I& hWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 a: B4 C0 D9 e6 u9 u$ u
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, b: B4 s# O& z5 ~- p
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& _2 k1 a4 ^1 u2 ^; v, [You took your life as lovers ofter do, ' w: C6 b* O& m5 N2 f( J* V
But I could have told you, Vincent, 1 N6 D8 R$ A/ P: b0 Y" S p
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , j- c8 N6 [! j) y
2 \$ S7 b9 S* pStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
$ q' w# V: J) A, d4 dFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. l/ k c' g0 l! V: l6 B
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, Q# }$ r/ v4 g6 K$ {7 U
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! ~, a) g# e N
How you suffered for you sanity,
. x! c& j! d' n4 A# B4 ?How you tried to set them free,
! p8 F. H7 H5 _$ n) t# M5 Y1 A' b% zThey would not listen they're not listening still,
0 c9 z; R$ ^" B5 `& lPerhaps they never will. |
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