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3 Q1 m" a/ A3 ~4 C5 ]8 wStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, @7 ]- `* \; }9 R8 I$ Q) ~# |3 c
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 T) k. D/ D2 ~( F9 u/ U
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) L6 l- E g6 C3 |- C2 h% ^Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; B. m, X7 V9 }; v$ V
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,% X k$ d7 e4 X6 V
How you suffered for you sanity, 2 B" [0 [% N, r( D+ u5 a' Y7 }% N
How you tried to set them free, 8 D2 F2 e' D) C+ H5 N8 L* C
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % w" b; O4 S; D. x5 C5 N2 E
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; V2 f$ x. w: Z
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 ?% W4 U* M9 I V( u6 O3 OColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 y1 u. ^! @) }& y O! i/ c1 N: ^2 _
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,
! u6 Y, K+ |/ t A& YAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. s- T$ P; h! D6 } A* @You took your life as lovers ofter do, # h8 \- n8 Z. u' l+ J' J6 R3 ~ y
But I could have told you, Vincent, ' a6 t4 `" X& z$ F- `
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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% A# _$ ~0 V' |( a/ A1 X0 C1 j/ FStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 @0 t* @) b# K5 q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" M" R" ~, F* U0 S% [$ CLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% F( \- f" a. T7 M1 E! jThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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# A% Q; w4 o+ `5 CNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
! ~* K1 x+ R2 Q4 qHow you suffered for you sanity,
8 \2 ]3 u% J# c, ~. f! sHow you tried to set them free,
0 t& K# Q+ k) ` fThey would not listen they're not listening still,
2 a A4 g) J; L, l/ y8 WPerhaps they never will. |
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