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3 \& X# D" Q* c1 O" A& q* M! o) O5 zStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% J. k( B& g' q/ W8 o0 `0 W' GLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & w* P8 w$ @5 m( o0 \$ h$ _4 G
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ z s: L+ @7 ]7 o# C1 h- V! N6 J
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, h+ ^; c& O+ y8 W9 \. E/ Z, nNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
) E2 L# k- Y8 J6 D9 EHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 L3 P; q+ {* YHow you tried to set them free,
7 K% r, k( r3 ]" x' F' ]They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " b* V! W9 N' R4 Y5 U0 d
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 ^) c% n( t5 i2 B9 v+ ?Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* ^, q( f/ H7 I( m% a1 I- {6 [Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ B5 k7 A8 X& m$ WWeathered 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, k. N x( b# z, h# M
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 u6 }5 q9 o" O- \9 M4 @
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 O! T$ w- B6 f5 t" m2 `But I could have told you, Vincent, 4 Y9 q# v: F3 L% c
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / K7 B% v8 D9 x) m
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ ^; Z' R9 O* I: @! M& aFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! o0 D( ~- L* T# \4 H
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, }0 ]) C `$ V) \, Y% l& G Y5 i
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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& l# b. d6 C1 \4 Y2 V$ {Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 y( E3 O" r1 d) T3 F% oHow you suffered for you sanity,
4 K% s2 _ E' f9 h* L( _How you tried to set them free, # l* M! k) `1 P" k! d' j4 ]- J
They would not listen they're not listening still, 1 m4 v3 A( W% d* B+ ?. p
Perhaps they never will. |
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