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1 Q7 u9 q: ^# } uStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 n0 v' Q# r# |( Q1 ?Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " X" r# G& z- i" v6 L& P
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; u; L6 a9 z! o" [# C0 SCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( I4 v/ U M$ d& C
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,+ s$ Z. c3 p9 p2 P% U0 X6 z. y
How you suffered for you sanity, $ I& s4 `2 ?" U
How you tried to set them free,
. A6 b1 e' e4 @9 t8 kThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 ^& T8 m8 m% m" R
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, \* M, G4 D8 J
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : z. d$ i& m$ W$ s
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " a4 C( l1 D- |# L5 A p) o5 w
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, , x6 Y, h( R1 o& j: |8 p, \
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 k# b( C' ~! }4 b: |0 P; K3 mYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ) G% r0 ~( Z+ G5 `
But I could have told you, Vincent,
. o4 j1 o- b1 L+ k$ _1 {* wThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % J+ J% J- k6 x( l) _/ {- P
3 A+ I5 O. R" ]8 }: s h6 aStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, I4 J- }5 o1 [% `0 c+ ZFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
T5 t+ ]3 x8 }% MLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 S0 P6 r$ y. }, \0 {
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 {* _3 _- W$ d5 }5 D0 b
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; C# _# i& M* o: Z
How you suffered for you sanity,
# o& C& k( s8 x$ WHow you tried to set them free,
4 a* u. g$ ?2 I1 ?They would not listen they're not listening still, 7 Q. U5 d7 X# \' d" [4 V7 S
Perhaps they never will. |
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