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) G* Z. m! l* O1 L6 s" [( ^2 U0 NStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : G s+ a# a; M0 @* a- W
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / i% H8 I7 ^% w$ @
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 ?! Z, ~/ j5 h6 Y6 Q; i0 [Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( E$ ?" h9 o8 K% m/ s0 L$ yNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
4 t" w6 ?8 y% W) {, l% l1 iHow you suffered for you sanity,
- G5 y+ G9 c1 z0 n. WHow you tried to set them free, & V5 `+ r; p/ J* n1 }
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% I: `; q' T% q& |Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 c* E6 @( R! |5 n4 v3 R, ISwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) b# G" j2 I, r7 Y( R$ F7 @" g/ ~Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& W6 f, p4 S# G! T/ v2 C" YWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 m. M' U7 V+ W! s# V/ N2 \
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, # X+ ^$ n c* o" h# l! v* q, W
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 U* |8 d/ E! U* f& k
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
* q* ~! G: m: h* }3 fBut I could have told you, Vincent,
% m8 O% n3 N2 }& r) q" PThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' Y9 `0 V% w1 g: k7 x4 x
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 f. Q3 Z. f" W# S$ [' v
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) m7 a! Q+ y* `, T' x2 LThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) d# l' l/ T* N- T6 g+ b' H' {
$ `$ y3 P" ^- \ C" \Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 5 c$ i" J, ]$ i) Y H2 E
How you suffered for you sanity,
& r" }+ s6 X: s9 j% MHow you tried to set them free,
( W5 W: ^; p" b, N+ k, _They would not listen they're not listening still,
, T* r5 k: T3 U# |$ sPerhaps they never will. |
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