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7 |/ [: C: B9 z/ Y; zStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; ~; y- G+ ^- G/ R) `Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 U. l9 x. m: B4 o7 z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; M, H+ l7 l' v# i }
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 w1 Y# b4 t' ^. t& D( y1 v
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
; q( P" u4 f: z8 n1 X& _. o8 jHow you suffered for you sanity, * c7 k( u4 @4 o$ k. _$ Y
How you tried to set them free,
/ E# M& T f2 iThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" ?) \( e7 F3 W9 l+ u! R& o" iStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 I* Q! h' x: p8 l
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 O" T0 c# p+ x- r, V. f, ?
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # P4 \, X: U0 E& J8 _6 _1 h
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 M+ r, B$ F" S; o/ h
6 U0 @7 l4 l0 r, C' dFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 N- t6 S6 K7 I+ i l+ v; n R% ~' A/ DAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
^1 ^$ O! B* r. b8 O* [You took your life as lovers ofter do, ) b: B) V' I' }, y8 q$ _
But I could have told you, Vincent, / Q; C: ~( {) J ^5 \9 }4 h' W r
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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/ B* I. J8 I! T0 |4 u7 ZStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 z o! K Y$ ^% y
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 E# C' z& ?) x/ [Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . e% k% T: h% ^) i
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 q/ G) n2 V! C" z: U5 C, w. b
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
, C X1 O: L# ^# k/ jHow you suffered for you sanity,: V9 {8 y) F" F! e
How you tried to set them free,
" Y3 V+ n6 `. `0 Y, xThey would not listen they're not listening still,
' `+ h5 ?. Z ?Perhaps they never will. |
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