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' ]' p3 Q( I8 S0 ^1 VStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - D* N5 I$ k4 |( Q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 e3 }0 F1 |$ n
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 Y/ j8 I; d0 z" u$ `7 ^; a
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, I6 w9 C+ O/ F2 `- a) @3 n5 j, o- [Now I understand what you tried to say to me,5 l3 c! y( `/ A# I$ L2 ~/ z
How you suffered for you sanity,
& @1 {8 M( ~4 @0 @: _How you tried to set them free,
# m) q$ ^- Z% e. ?They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , |& O! v5 F$ U8 s9 [4 w
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 y+ V- o( M) Z, ?; i
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, # s' V1 [+ v0 D7 `+ g
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 y- ^' N- a2 {0 A( SWeathered 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, 9 b" V6 J1 p$ U: `% ~( X i
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: o* V( k! _3 q+ d: _You took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 ?$ S4 H8 u0 iBut I could have told you, Vincent,
- @, b) b: F3 @4 P3 W" L( nThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , F& Z" M3 A8 G p" L# O3 I5 h
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 w* n* X6 R3 D8 L( H
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! e$ s( j0 k: v4 i5 S; F' L
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,
& ^' C6 N1 X6 XHow you suffered for you sanity,
. {" H: d6 `$ uHow you tried to set them free,
! G/ ^3 c7 j# i- B- E* LThey would not listen they're not listening still,
a) F' R( b8 _# uPerhaps they never will. |
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