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2 m# F7 |: p( l4 cStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 j6 k1 h9 C& C/ b1 p$ JLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / P! A2 x' Y1 ~5 C" ]% y# o' U
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) o" f. A' N7 I- j4 VCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' o" _8 V9 r9 |Now I understand what you tried to say to me,; y/ v" A* Z/ ~5 d
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 I2 K: O2 A- z4 i( ~* m/ x8 S$ pHow you tried to set them free,
# z+ @0 S) f; gThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 V, i+ n, y3 F4 K L" WStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' m# H5 J. W: h, Y4 `Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; ~. y# J6 }& P" N3 wColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 n. P: T* z* i! XWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - J9 ~4 e* x, Q% @& ~) N
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; a- { D( v1 y9 t& CAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- \. B+ n6 c5 @: T- ]& z/ hYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 _" j0 _1 `: q+ ]& XBut I could have told you, Vincent,
3 F! i( U- O5 [1 [This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 q2 w* C; l+ G9 |
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " ^1 t& z, K$ T. J+ h
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 \' o7 i, o" H9 y$ ]9 ^
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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8 K4 P9 Y& W. _Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% {3 ^6 A* ]0 v2 S9 x' i$ K6 IHow you suffered for you sanity,
* a0 G, M. B Q- ~2 S" GHow you tried to set them free,
R7 q, ?9 s9 N2 v7 U: g; f" [They would not listen they're not listening still,
3 [, f, f6 l. v; t jPerhaps they never will. |
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