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! l1 s$ Q3 r" \& D& cStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 H7 E* Y1 W4 V5 F! pLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' t2 a4 i; [) F2 {9 X; W
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 a' B' c2 E6 P$ v
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 T5 E0 Y3 n, `5 }$ w3 N6 M3 Y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,, J4 j% `. v) k7 |6 i$ A8 R8 t2 E
How you suffered for you sanity, " n! g6 r$ p9 w
How you tried to set them free,
: d0 }2 j" `& d& xThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 ?" b, s. h+ U2 f( A& i- C) gStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 h* m x; B/ J! A: Y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " E8 j; a+ [: y9 `7 [; r& s
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " O x, H n% F1 M. @. [/ X; J
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) O/ r4 u) ^" O9 B
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ T: `1 H* ^* d& K. O: ]8 uAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; D7 M8 b. X8 T! j" R& ~! ^* B
You took your life as lovers ofter do, + T1 K- j( Q' b
But I could have told you, Vincent, 1 i" z% @$ f1 e2 ~/ S6 m
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 B3 [( \8 `" _3 q, Z9 ^Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 Z. r- p/ V1 v- J5 r$ N' qLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 H, a/ }) @' q* V: }6 VThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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6 s( P. e* [$ [2 INow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; ~: l2 W: [+ s! T( {: R) d2 EHow you suffered for you sanity,. z) p# s& O5 U
How you tried to set them free,
) `! x6 m& i7 ] T6 WThey would not listen they're not listening still, * _; k' P/ y6 ?2 V/ I
Perhaps they never will. |
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