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% d( I. M. @, VStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; E- M5 l4 p- o- L8 g( K: E' CLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * G8 G( a; \, J0 O8 d
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% w. y1 Y$ G, ?
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 y j# W S: a1 ?
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,+ w' {) ^* ~+ E
How you suffered for you sanity, 5 r3 T2 H- @. W: ` l
How you tried to set them free,
+ l2 @# U2 J% I [0 s& }2 D9 @They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 v3 z) |* W0 _% t' L8 M' p
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ @3 T1 Q" V: ^$ \9 ]7 W
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( m* l! S) ~' U* A3 l) VColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, u8 q0 f9 d) N, X* e
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & x/ Q# `8 O) ?
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
# X+ {4 }: }& f% y! jAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' ^& d# M% ~. DYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ k2 x9 A" I+ a7 GBut I could have told you, Vincent, 3 T; Z. F9 J8 o/ K, X1 W
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " ~+ @* X. z. t' p2 F# ~3 @
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . E; Z, w$ u4 w' x
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # E) _( N( X" q8 Q: X
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) R' F2 m O" C
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
7 v9 H8 F, b6 z$ X/ H; }5 H% a' HHow you suffered for you sanity,
! G! l6 J% C( c7 VHow you tried to set them free,
- ^7 S; y5 c" f, pThey would not listen they're not listening still, + G+ Y% X2 U3 `. ]0 J3 P
Perhaps they never will. |
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