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+ B: s+ T3 W% N) Y. N! {- ZStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & ~; i/ T8 U, [1 @! }3 t( J7 E
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- t" j+ I5 g2 A, l! J% RShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 z c% z0 N1 J) fCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 g/ @/ d# B2 k9 E, E% j! K' _Now I understand what you tried to say to me,, }* j \. ]# k, d
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 [) Y2 t6 x B' Q# y, yHow you tried to set them free, 3 j% z* U! w9 ]1 {: N9 X
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- |: Y2 b/ w" h6 z6 h" r: y& A% NStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 M0 K0 B, |: l$ U& \8 z( YSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - ~6 ]9 G8 }2 [; v% o
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; i, [. H( R* w( [' C( SWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
3 @0 ~* y* i! j& _! h" `Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
P6 |3 ^- J E ~You took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ ~6 U+ W2 u: Y8 JBut I could have told you, Vincent,
! s( H0 T# b* FThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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N7 q- a4 U: T3 [! ^Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; O/ b& e; E" j# _* IFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* _# B% B9 A7 x" m x: e' ELike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 `5 m- ^5 y; o& `2 a- s, h
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! c H) o! M) B) T% {3 q% B
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
) I, L' t. ~% s4 d) B2 {9 X/ i1 \How you suffered for you sanity,3 T- R5 A/ R; O' i% y4 s3 R4 }0 f
How you tried to set them free, * W' d+ O# L8 K
They would not listen they're not listening still,
; q; S8 O- |: ^: J# r& _8 VPerhaps they never will. |
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