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- T2 q0 }2 k; k1 m4 ?6 Z7 O/ VStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 @! E1 G( k0 o
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 Y3 u; R( ^; v' @0 ~% {Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 ~) K* c( W5 u+ `3 ] r
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. k- M% {% D* M c/ cNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 v5 g8 i' M# _How you suffered for you sanity,
* D T: ?" s4 r9 aHow you tried to set them free,
. v8 @/ V1 _3 n8 g2 P) B4 OThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) B0 Q0 A. d0 {9 r* y1 {+ c. j& p
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( \; D7 G" O, v9 ?1 y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 ^6 ?- u. r* l! \* BColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : [) K2 a5 @" }9 @7 Z7 U
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,
* M' k7 S6 l& Z; Z6 xAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 \0 J2 c; D8 s) cYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ) x" v; @( Y% O" s( z+ `
But I could have told you, Vincent, ( G1 x) g1 r5 h9 Y0 n
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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6 n4 `/ X% D* n/ {2 q1 B( zStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
$ {7 g; f( k% b) g' cFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - Y$ ?8 H5 Z; L3 X% D) v
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 l6 A# h1 g% M- M9 i3 `) jThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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! Z4 Q- I) X; qNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, " P" U/ E: r% Y0 v( i6 W: q0 E
How you suffered for you sanity, ~: `7 i( z {) N7 S
How you tried to set them free, ( f# t) }" J, H) K( W
They would not listen they're not listening still, + G, {7 ]7 g; Z' |# k5 Z
Perhaps they never will. |
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