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4 B+ b2 k+ u4 q# {, y4 a; tStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 {( ~# Q P. c" {& y8 eLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 Z; s" ^1 p1 g. G: ~& mShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; ?6 @. V' H' d5 A; ACatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: p- L U/ I. A2 O: ^Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 ~" V8 N5 F9 S! f/ HHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ U; ^; y! a3 z4 c, o- qHow you tried to set them free,
* K! O- [9 Q, r' P1 ]9 I6 ^They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 E! G6 t% Z$ b$ O2 R5 J) g
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# x2 x* u# E& O* Y9 K% `Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- L+ N' T7 x7 U6 x/ C( J' Q. ]0 UColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 E) M' P/ z+ L- zWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 n* }4 S' c1 E+ r6 R
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ; R+ Q# z- B1 B( T) }: [
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * t. e3 O' o+ m0 \9 [- T& G
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
: S2 D7 r: _6 A' q! lBut I could have told you, Vincent, 7 l5 B6 `1 P1 V3 D* T) k
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - c4 q* K$ v2 g
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & v' W% q1 N! m7 P+ @, H
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, _" F" t% w/ M- eLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, % i/ ]6 U# x+ N" _8 G; V* c
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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0 c2 K) ?. ?/ o: u* p6 |: zNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
. E1 \9 k; K: y" aHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 F4 j/ v$ ]* b" S( ~How you tried to set them free, ( a9 W5 B% Z; {, g! U
They would not listen they're not listening still, 1 u" Y, C( c" a6 Z' j
Perhaps they never will. |
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