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! f2 O: ?6 T# eStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, [) f; m! w. M$ }- J3 J' E# X
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % a- e' _' y) c$ S8 f
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 o) h! U, h$ ?+ f4 }) W3 `4 w" m
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 L5 [% m5 L/ Q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
: _3 F6 i5 Y0 Q$ A* x7 t7 {How you suffered for you sanity,
8 W" s1 s# S r2 lHow you tried to set them free,
9 U; ]: {9 L# `; iThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 R! E; h7 v, {$ M7 M
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 A# |% I! C, M
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& w: K6 p1 n' ~! {Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 s Q7 z \" Y) n- N3 R
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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: t/ R, e- R) v vFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 y: z! m1 E; H: B! rAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 B4 v6 t, W" G9 v( _. p1 j1 qYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
& m$ ?* w: M$ u. VBut I could have told you, Vincent,
6 ~( V4 i. S0 w+ p: ^This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 |1 k7 @. b/ |! w; G) a
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - q& B/ W5 s, y* [9 h
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& q5 [- T7 V# F; C3 j9 d" AThe 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,
/ X- k# l1 U, t/ M3 xHow you suffered for you sanity, m7 g/ f3 M: X9 c0 G7 Q
How you tried to set them free,
2 i, t) h' X! I# ^They would not listen they're not listening still,
/ P2 l1 |" p3 J }Perhaps they never will. |
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