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. ^' f; I3 B# _Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" W/ x1 s$ s) p# _$ `$ wLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % N: g/ R. N8 A; a+ [
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# F/ n5 G/ S9 p/ xCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 I' u9 O3 t5 G
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,) M/ P) D' X2 w) G( s. v/ |. A
How you suffered for you sanity, - \1 R6 q1 B4 J7 @& y. c
How you tried to set them free, : ?9 t; }5 |7 M! y! c- E ?
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 V3 v- {- R3 h6 Y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* U$ c1 j) D% x7 j6 [ GSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 r/ ?1 G P+ O# QColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! Y6 h4 ^3 Q- N2 H o3 s1 t
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, 8 j) h/ H. }3 Z) M) v8 ]! g
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 z2 j4 I/ [% a0 yYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 e* r' N' J! I1 H5 W, _% \
But I could have told you, Vincent, , V/ P) f& v7 W [# x# U8 b
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 M* Q9 b! i8 G4 D
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 R# m3 t) W6 F/ K& @ z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 ~6 @7 t) C0 O+ k& \' l
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 G$ H) F. d% G/ K2 T8 ]The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ F7 l3 X( S5 \5 ^& [
' q- d7 I7 L. K' U. ]7 A) u' WNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' K2 U; V( [: W0 c! T
How you suffered for you sanity,
. g1 U$ @+ h4 J6 hHow you tried to set them free, `$ e) p: o9 s+ F! b
They would not listen they're not listening still,
; @+ S" l& E* b3 b0 Q6 o" i3 zPerhaps they never will. |
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