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- F5 h* L6 L% `5 W, q2 o9 OStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 H6 k& r6 [( F" Z) H4 j
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 T% }' n C# u
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 d3 \. f* i4 v! T' b) [; S1 \Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* [. V% c" X- Y- D- K! W3 T$ |Now I understand what you tried to say to me, L) W7 a5 ~% l! |( z
How you suffered for you sanity,
& N. U @; `! p6 E zHow you tried to set them free, - d/ t0 ?; _1 _( X4 x
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , k7 y2 ? G ?5 Q9 u
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; N; s0 ~. h7 a& ]& R; F
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
2 e' Z: _( s- z$ eColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& |' K, v. Y P! Q: {Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 V0 T0 i9 H) H \. S# Q' Z
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 5 O" O0 y8 N2 K) ]! y3 ^
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - [% I) {) d' k/ N% G7 h
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
. R0 o9 X s! c* JBut I could have told you, Vincent,
l7 n" N" f- I7 v2 [5 yThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' _6 e- \- A A7 E' @+ ]
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! A+ I% Q/ r' d; e
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 R$ g, H0 t! K( I% I( g$ n
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 P% V8 C# ^' _* p( F+ h
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,
* Z" }% H8 t' T' S- fHow you suffered for you sanity,' g$ c) ^7 z w
How you tried to set them free,
! |9 ?1 @8 `6 LThey would not listen they're not listening still,
) [ I! o2 q/ F3 HPerhaps they never will. |
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