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/ M1 ~. Q5 a" p" [* _9 z+ [Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + F' c o" P* U0 w1 g* n
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 }5 x6 F- Y+ {1 ?& g8 TShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 _# J: P, J% |/ M. H. L
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& C" @8 U @, U3 e7 g, w/ aNow I understand what you tried to say to me,* }' b, u) a6 Y& ^, C" |. c
How you suffered for you sanity,
( p) S- v. `& V, }How you tried to set them free, % ^' j: g; `4 l. m
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- h' J. R4 t! ^. GStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 G) u" j# R, G! @8 H. n! `' l0 ^& {Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( V# {! b" k# s4 ]
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& ~% I& ?6 r, S' t$ D8 TWeathered 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, , A. l! D/ l: G* ?' W
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; n# q0 v$ A3 y1 o7 P2 p
You took your life as lovers ofter do, * D) Z0 |* @6 n- U1 S1 V" U
But I could have told you, Vincent, - n1 K) W* Z, g' ^4 t
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- ^0 u. l: t( n z/ M0 B& @Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - O5 X; |% ] Z- Q; }0 _
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 Y8 i3 }% {$ @2 RThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 0 \# n. ]. j: N- V2 F! [/ @
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 ~) h8 |$ b5 E( {* IHow you tried to set them free,
. c! g' n! ?$ V4 t2 d$ A0 S' A* U# N) aThey would not listen they're not listening still,
* \5 W. y z* M3 `! DPerhaps they never will. |
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