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8 N! P; ^/ R0 j$ Q6 ~3 F5 FStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# o+ s& `5 s( o6 `Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . h7 R+ ~ z( b" k8 m
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* }& o I# Y9 bCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - G% G# X" o5 S
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ g r. x- A3 Y+ p% ?. Q1 C( @How you suffered for you sanity, ; N* P, R q( h5 K# X2 X1 N! p/ J; `
How you tried to set them free,
" `0 k1 C2 q5 \" _, X4 _They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# ~$ C3 f) N& k5 |2 ^+ r! G) S: g) \Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; _. x. q+ b, W+ f) g6 wSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 P: d9 b @# a+ P: i
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' R G$ r' v {/ g# d2 @
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : E9 m$ ^2 ^3 ~1 l* @) V
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ) s( i# r3 ]0 O. u% S4 s I
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % `7 p/ Z" z* Z, d
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 o3 I7 k" {$ n& z9 h/ m1 H
But I could have told you, Vincent,
2 D9 c2 @* u& F: x8 [( A) y. h) W9 FThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 w: P4 m4 V/ }7 F
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( |( G8 G9 Z3 w! ZFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . A5 n$ q, i) M, _) b5 r6 D( \5 |
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, % y% i# p5 R. `# _6 @7 b& H
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! Y) T& l: \4 e0 x! z# `; L: X- c
0 m$ y, [ V2 h9 }# E) nNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, . N: {2 N: b9 V! z* z6 @0 a3 [
How you suffered for you sanity,, C9 E2 E k. x* z& w" R4 c& n3 F
How you tried to set them free, 2 X& U. T, Z6 F+ g
They would not listen they're not listening still,
% u3 f0 n0 K0 }6 t+ \! e( NPerhaps they never will. |
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