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/ J$ G+ V; u) M0 P' HStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) |+ U+ H' G6 ?( Q7 mLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ V8 s9 ~0 D3 ?% v) D: ~8 h1 v+ bShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 l) q, K8 v% T' _/ hCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 i4 d/ P, t& d6 ~" q+ V3 VNow I understand what you tried to say to me,4 }& h0 e8 S; L2 a, x& h
How you suffered for you sanity,
& d0 K4 L3 _+ g5 ?7 \How you tried to set them free, ) i: H" P) J, F) z6 y
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 \. Q8 n: o( R& X% b
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 f4 D; P2 u! {' k" m4 G9 ~Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * A& s1 E6 i4 }- P7 U- w) ^7 v( n4 h( R1 L
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 X' Z6 E0 L4 d: s
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' G: B2 P" I, F
0 }5 L; O- L- U8 g" hFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 9 Q- ~" R1 e" m8 M& T
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( T! E( n5 @+ N; q
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
: s5 y( I! x2 X4 Z) p3 mBut I could have told you, Vincent,
: n: U1 W. F, [' b, `1 j& Q, z, w7 ZThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & V* w( z |0 y5 x1 Q& G
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ Q& b; E# f3 T' _/ | p0 ]2 TFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( T+ t! _! i7 u- ^4 N/ F+ ^: e0 c3 [1 D, ]% mLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; @, P# k- B5 pThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 7 Q9 ?1 x- i8 @
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 d* y' Y W% p. jHow you tried to set them free, ! N! g8 Q' [ B( Y$ v
They would not listen they're not listening still,
# M, b( J% G4 V$ `- b/ DPerhaps they never will. |
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