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1 ?! f) z3 m t+ U3 JStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: y" \& [1 P. GLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
A% t) q' D5 Y, J& hShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 Q4 m* b& Z, [; x, R& i8 z2 P
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 r3 ?8 w# m7 w& G L$ G; kNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
, J3 T9 h& B7 Z' l( }3 x' {How you suffered for you sanity,
2 y" ?% R/ S$ u8 t3 w( Z6 d5 kHow you tried to set them free,
- H0 O- ]9 o& f. lThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& _/ w5 M0 Q. t: QStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . Q! q U% A7 p) \. @, G( a
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 d' r$ t, r; X5 ^. r' S9 tColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" s- u( |% b9 U* z8 D( ~0 ~3 n- A1 DWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 q l- Q! A6 W8 M( Q0 U$ Y) o) ]7 w
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 k3 w! J* ^; B2 k RAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 d ^0 {% X$ C7 w5 ]! B8 w6 p
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
" H: @5 e9 |) L u( n3 p% RBut I could have told you, Vincent,
- t* q& H& @5 e: o: w+ SThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 s! `. [7 w- t d! E
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% Y6 V; s! ~9 ]" C( kFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; \( @, t/ s d
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ U& x, A3 Z4 m6 B IThe 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,
, o( |+ O7 t. C! b* qHow you suffered for you sanity,
( Z1 T% z g% {- x' J2 n2 M& e, |How you tried to set them free, 4 Q; s# V5 G7 H8 r7 G" _8 F3 _
They would not listen they're not listening still,
" d, f N1 M! {2 ~2 QPerhaps they never will. |
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