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; `7 q; Z, \* e* GStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- H1 F: L( f6 WLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 J1 A+ c5 [* O/ }% bShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 I8 m" F7 {8 yCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ u6 i7 {( I- v/ ]; c% b" tNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
: a9 [) B J6 x! Z+ ZHow you suffered for you sanity,
9 N' t/ h; ~$ a. ~How you tried to set them free, 9 E, K+ N. F: w1 }% W
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! ~1 @4 [* S$ c: a9 QStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * R5 [4 Y2 A( g4 \9 k
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 f& u4 b4 s4 J) }! l
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 q9 K+ I% S& O3 z( YWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 {! [' ~# f1 i1 r, O2 E. F3 Y: X
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, * r3 E# U8 ^# G) ^; M0 I8 F" n# @
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 k8 w" M) m) F2 D, L$ b
You took your life as lovers ofter do, & R0 Q5 V3 U. J. b
But I could have told you, Vincent,
! O- m5 W0 D- Q5 Y9 I6 c2 sThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * w% Z$ q% Y7 w* i1 Q# L! S3 n1 n
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 F- N* h9 I& e8 E
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # T8 ?5 M$ v; p! _8 r z+ A
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' v& g/ u5 e2 C$ P8 N( |9 m0 ^
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & U- A( A$ ]! u) V
* `4 e3 ~$ n$ E3 C" E/ zNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
! O# p; s3 m" P; z# V- k) z6 rHow you suffered for you sanity,, c9 h9 U) v1 g; J& g
How you tried to set them free,
! m) b) A1 @9 ]. ~8 x* \7 kThey would not listen they're not listening still,
$ U: t- p: R5 pPerhaps they never will. |
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