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+ |1 n2 @+ a4 G Q7 GStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: C) ~2 J l: _- o8 |Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 G% V0 O/ I7 k$ ?
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 g N0 ?2 z9 V: B4 j/ _1 O5 a
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. E3 g1 U7 r* X7 ^" _
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,5 g) A9 `) z: @$ R( L% q& @; a
How you suffered for you sanity, 8 b( K; I( H. i1 ]
How you tried to set them free,
m: ^9 x! H5 ^They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # W) u. Z7 u8 V0 q7 D
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' `# { {/ g& `" j* t
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' V' d- t4 A. J# P& |0 N8 z1 NColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 u7 M2 S& U* N8 c
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # \9 H% e3 t: \3 J
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ ?( z4 R4 ^; O" D# OAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 e0 z% h3 p9 o0 o; ?
You took your life as lovers ofter do, / e5 }; \; x5 B: F$ G
But I could have told you, Vincent, 4 D) K% I% I. `. t: H! Q2 w* p! A
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 Y) \+ S4 K( Z
{6 @. U; a; U) I; Z+ IStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 L2 p+ t$ R; H9 K/ {Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 S) ^. @( [7 v wLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - b1 o3 R1 Y1 ]- N' A( E
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! g' T+ u3 v( H) w6 _; J3 k3 r. U
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, A3 j1 T- e% v% r
How you suffered for you sanity,' ?+ r4 i6 |( I0 P6 z0 a
How you tried to set them free,
6 v7 P1 T; E, cThey would not listen they're not listening still,
* P" V" E U4 d EPerhaps they never will. |
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