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. V: `8 y# F9 B) X4 t ~5 P# kStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, r+ T3 K* D* e* tLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : h k3 j2 Z ?7 P, b
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: t- @+ G! ~7 R8 p/ J& ^" P. Q. \
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ R/ D: u) Q4 ^3 _9 j. w
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
S w! K4 @( C% x8 F" ]' WHow you suffered for you sanity,
( {' Z* a9 l' x7 k8 {( BHow you tried to set them free,
7 o0 j7 d5 @" H1 Z% _They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 I9 X; w- u+ Y3 b% y( EStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 R* _/ n2 E# c6 F/ S+ m4 DSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, F$ e4 E- z- d: i' ^: c+ B. p& pColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! E, l8 B; t7 f5 M0 s: Y) PWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / l, x6 s* D6 r
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, # v* c3 n7 O1 q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
j9 H7 I; V( \* ^0 @" mYou took your life as lovers ofter do, / m$ y4 Z* u% O( y2 M+ }
But I could have told you, Vincent, / ]2 R( D" ~, {! U% C4 @& K$ E
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 t9 ^) \2 A& ^. z8 x4 g: {9 }Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 s5 K, a: P0 K3 t8 J- w6 |
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 V* `7 j7 f& ^( V$ o7 O
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , q. u1 m' ?( y, S
" D- ^: ^; }; ONow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
b9 @# G& V4 H7 q( R! }How you suffered for you sanity,
! B1 ^# M! ?! P+ ~& B/ `7 \* uHow you tried to set them free, 1 m& e+ B1 q. s: A
They would not listen they're not listening still,
5 p+ L2 D+ E: w, D; NPerhaps they never will. |
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