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( w6 L% T: @9 }& g; LStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ H9 y+ z7 m" S: S7 C' BLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 B( l5 v8 Q4 t m; ]
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( _" Z Z. G1 O4 U; }3 Z" \" f; K8 L
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 w6 I+ S. T8 z' L1 O6 @1 g' i, F/ Y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 K9 ~6 C3 ^# O$ j. iHow you suffered for you sanity,
: E1 o' {1 v7 O$ CHow you tried to set them free, ' C8 Q" I% F3 ]9 @2 Y
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 D% o0 _5 Z( ~6 L, D
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ W7 B# E0 h6 _: `Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( B0 A, F; m$ Y% p- o1 q, H2 j. ~
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 O* ~% i9 u" M0 u$ nWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : e0 _$ c4 z0 S, I
3 j; R+ g' [3 e1 K" V: aFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, # E; |* z4 B4 t' n1 I) b- |
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# I; o9 I6 l2 {: [# j6 AYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 X) ^5 K# R+ u- i! KBut I could have told you, Vincent,
: Q9 S3 j, m4 _/ K0 GThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , a5 i, b9 H3 f
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - d- o. z( s9 B9 a3 i: `& b! r+ v
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) v/ Q% U9 @8 D. W5 x+ @& T+ R# O8 j
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, 0 T1 T1 R# t \' s1 v, s1 a
How you suffered for you sanity,
( `& ~" h0 X3 w: F2 xHow you tried to set them free,
: j Q" L! U# ]" R* O- H( ZThey would not listen they're not listening still,
) {; Q4 S* t7 \' u/ M, t9 bPerhaps they never will. |
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