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5 q0 L$ \, L; V- q* G) \) X) pStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- E8 T& ?' }2 J' G8 lLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 R/ S) F7 W2 k5 H+ {7 g, NShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" P. a* M. i* kCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ F. G/ b9 v% l+ z g! d$ Q( GNow I understand what you tried to say to me,, D0 x+ u3 b& L0 V+ Y s
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ f& t/ a9 T; l) z! W( kHow you tried to set them free,
& ?3 v; s( f; b4 }6 c4 gThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; ^7 I- x8 k2 T: w: x* i; dStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 w! Y/ k. Y- g, YSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 z: E/ K% R; W; g# @
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 t3 O9 q/ V5 ^1 l+ _; Y# h) I7 I6 `9 t
Weathered 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, ' I' v3 @3 E& v3 L
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 x }2 J/ r! O4 {3 i v0 ?You took your life as lovers ofter do,
# N+ L% _( k0 Y7 E; b) l& IBut I could have told you, Vincent, 3 M% V) d2 I4 Q1 R; U" R
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % Y+ ~6 H' Q' O5 G
/ `- X1 K$ N. w: w* Q# mStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- C; p7 b5 }& ~% r+ dFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- p" g5 b: W/ |& k' P( aLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( r0 O6 u- M3 N; s2 J/ T
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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# o5 {% I' n1 ^' H: C9 k6 UNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, : r/ @+ Y. r4 t/ h- ]9 M
How you suffered for you sanity,5 e' H4 _4 K1 k4 u+ G
How you tried to set them free,
6 {! ~/ ]; ~" U% v3 ZThey would not listen they're not listening still,
K- U" ]7 B7 k3 D- kPerhaps they never will. |
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