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$ P+ Y- V. K2 S# b9 y4 P1 MStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- d2 F# i3 z! M# _& E1 BLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 \& s. h t" r4 C2 g2 T) S
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& s5 ]- O1 v' F) I7 C7 \Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / ~) M3 k' B; u1 S b
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 N) J4 O2 E7 c1 [How you suffered for you sanity, / e/ v; T: B) l
How you tried to set them free, % n5 H! |/ a1 g- D
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- s9 K* [* H' G$ v( S9 Y0 z0 @" h9 SStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . P) z4 j) i* ?$ z* G2 N
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
v0 j5 e& t3 I' zColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& M: H) W$ H. ^7 S) OWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 R1 D5 l) {' K2 F, x$ l5 w
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, , `' D! m2 u2 X, J6 d
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, c# H( z# g% l1 B c) n5 FYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
. A- m) j: |1 q. X& UBut I could have told you, Vincent, + Q' J7 r( Z O: F% [
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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" L* ?6 D W, l. E& d dStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 s. f3 ]6 f/ ^, R+ S1 l& L
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, w) \! w+ o1 i. d+ j& L( N$ Q* YLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, E3 ]( n; E, ?% z
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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$ S' X3 `4 G$ q* E( E; ZNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, / _/ R/ L! h0 u, M, K4 v9 V# H6 V1 m
How you suffered for you sanity,
! w; D5 E$ X N1 |How you tried to set them free,
+ }$ y0 W* u1 g! |They would not listen they're not listening still, , Q8 h& ^1 O* W
Perhaps they never will. |
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