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5 r3 T3 L3 v+ \ @# B! f: h, o4 ?Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, * v. {6 [# X9 x" d4 R9 @
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 ~ l. t/ |3 |5 d2 ]0 f
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! N O0 k z4 H& O5 N. M; r
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) \& \. {5 i9 ~. C" s# @: ?Now I understand what you tried to say to me,( a* u% C( m% @. I2 k8 n
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 |$ c8 r% q& r, E* pHow you tried to set them free, 7 a4 w! `+ j5 {4 P( x
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- ?; x3 v7 W% DStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) ?( [: y( P" X5 LSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 J# g4 W' n! B& eColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 i5 T& ?- T$ d( sWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . ]8 \. P+ V" H. t
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
- i9 P5 w8 m: ~Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + N5 E- M' }- J! Q
You took your life as lovers ofter do, , v' j1 h" F; |) p: t$ Y) W* Z
But I could have told you, Vincent, 2 j/ M, b9 ^7 @- y# g
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 w4 u. P9 ?7 b0 D/ C2 w9 p
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ y3 e2 A4 a! j8 k) t* @& }* tLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / M, D& V; \/ o1 q2 @1 r3 H+ d
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, ' B& O! i$ Y4 J& f4 i
How you suffered for you sanity,# {5 b" E! _4 Q" r( d
How you tried to set them free,
1 R! p( ?' x- `They would not listen they're not listening still, 5 w; j o( R' f1 {# R9 q' l
Perhaps they never will. |
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