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4 l. Q6 i* H$ a. P: OStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ t5 G* W+ t! |' uLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # K$ i9 i% z x( Y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" m& P: j3 {) NCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 H( J0 V" y9 D: Q5 a$ ?5 w$ i; zNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
) ^/ e: z7 F* w- |How you suffered for you sanity,
L e5 s. j7 \3 T' aHow you tried to set them free,
) d3 e5 n0 c6 O* ^1 V) ^$ _; _They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 C) N2 u' q' X0 a$ K! a- F$ b" t
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 K0 j+ g- w( O
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 u! m4 W$ b# I( Y* SColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 C- A# n* i- fWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; ]/ J) y m6 B) |; j
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, z! @( d. A7 W+ c' l9 d4 M
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 T: M! j+ |3 m0 n9 V; r1 L* `. X# U$ q5 {
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 X2 S# X; g) U. T5 w# zBut I could have told you, Vincent,
0 B: B' e" z2 Y0 {7 g5 wThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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- x; ~3 ~7 \. t5 o7 @5 [Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 g; U) S2 T: j4 k4 b. _Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : c+ I8 W! |& C. a& e! Z: o) {+ C
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, % W, V* N. g+ |
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 L4 b/ t( q2 K+ ?( O# d' B
' C- }" d2 M' Z3 J# ?Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 1 C. k! s, A5 p
How you suffered for you sanity,
- G/ m& _: u# eHow you tried to set them free,
( a' N2 x5 Y7 ~' KThey would not listen they're not listening still,
' \0 K8 K, D; t3 _% [Perhaps they never will. |
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