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]2 n! P' K; o8 N9 H1 Y" D IStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 c: M& O. B3 @0 _8 G3 k5 zLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. h9 v) C- t0 qShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- [# }& }0 l* A6 l
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" D# A8 q- E! sNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 h: {# t( c( g9 Y3 @6 fHow you suffered for you sanity,
6 r# F. u3 J. c% z- Y wHow you tried to set them free,
+ N% ~0 g1 z8 T7 @8 j: MThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, @; W& j1 F, P* jStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 L. C# B! e& z9 c8 d. |
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 ]0 f' j @# ~, w8 }- _7 @6 d# m2 BColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 V. \5 O# f- @7 M3 DWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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: t+ N2 Z* q Q& K4 mFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
# p0 \5 o, J4 x4 q m8 O. }Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 `- `" P8 C0 j/ dYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
- V% m* ?1 h1 ]4 t3 T3 KBut I could have told you, Vincent, 7 {/ I1 N0 q& j5 m
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 P: |6 M0 l/ @ n6 D8 s# C/ y! x
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) D; b& ^; C- I( _Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - i- A {* [/ v9 A& a0 b O" |* Y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 V, D% F8 q5 R+ V
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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. R) n8 b+ ^- ~, O6 E' |$ p, m+ KNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, + c; `" q* x1 M
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 v) m5 S4 W" w% _' o* A- G% |5 s( HHow you tried to set them free,
% g+ X* b) [. g! m1 V3 bThey would not listen they're not listening still, 2 f# C6 P+ p" k- n. h) J
Perhaps they never will. |
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