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+ K6 v8 N+ _2 ^* P* H0 m FStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ Y @0 q: x& U; o) dLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : a' a1 o7 V; H, w* m
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ }2 D9 c, L) r4 Y" W6 K( n
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * }- }* [5 C4 j8 B B; Q9 r6 B0 H
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,6 z* @" J2 m/ J$ q' X' i6 i8 H+ j
How you suffered for you sanity, $ l- W+ q3 M# E6 Z$ q
How you tried to set them free,
" {! |# v% d# k9 p5 @They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: X0 `, A8 V2 p& y0 q( BStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 I- i. C- K& n( k# Z. h, [Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - h( j) U- y) K7 Y1 _2 `
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 C! @2 f# `9 @- e/ v
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * Y5 Y" I! O! y: Y
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, $ I/ c! _' _" s( p, `
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 m+ m* W+ q5 a: VYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 Z. t% H2 _& Y% G
But I could have told you, Vincent,
% f/ S4 z4 l. r& l, l# G7 p5 UThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 Z& M. v$ ]# w
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: {8 I* }/ H9 {$ X) X6 C; \/ E. IFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 d9 b8 ^% t8 c) x H" Q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 x! _% m" _4 @2 U" a) bThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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' Z% t7 Y: \( ?Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
8 M- I! H: I: r; O4 N9 S' qHow you suffered for you sanity,# u+ O+ y' U/ v( X) A) H% z
How you tried to set them free, 6 c" b1 s F* P7 N. W: r
They would not listen they're not listening still,
6 ~3 s4 t1 c% Q, j( ?% A! DPerhaps they never will. |
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