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9 g2 F8 n: E# S+ A+ VStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 A2 y" V4 X! O+ }; c9 x: U* JLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
) M& z3 x+ z) a; J4 ?: Q2 IShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 n5 ]# ~( ]+ f( v* c& x
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ i: N( D( E; VNow I understand what you tried to say to me,, N% j% _6 ]# {+ z
How you suffered for you sanity, : M; Z8 l0 C# h$ P' @: m* D
How you tried to set them free, 7 X1 }% `# [3 N9 ?
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. r# a9 G* @# \4 B: tStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * W+ b- h2 o( m) U1 \
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 b# d: o. J: e0 F" F. S7 c
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 V) _" ^+ {3 m. @" v% eWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 h$ L/ X5 _/ A' R4 K/ S
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; v1 s% k0 u) CAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 l9 h7 H/ q/ @ R& f% w6 l/ @You took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 l6 p8 t z* ?But I could have told you, Vincent,
M6 U6 B3 b; K% s, F. Y9 n: r6 oThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( n3 Y% Y" F# \: H. p
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! r! L5 L1 y2 ^, @2 `! m3 `, v( t8 s
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' q% W3 i9 n4 ]( @& Z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / G/ K! V$ T& j( k
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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. ?9 c+ W/ x' L2 _# D* rNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, + b- ~2 {' p9 i
How you suffered for you sanity,
, k0 H' {* k. J% e& m; SHow you tried to set them free,
" l& y: d- G/ `; g' LThey would not listen they're not listening still,
* z c2 }" [; v9 O; C3 UPerhaps they never will. |
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