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% M2 R' L6 E( d# P; ~! W5 `Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 \% L1 J+ X! W( o/ h: q* Z' j) U4 z8 FLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & _6 g9 n" c( n6 |# U: `2 ]
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 h( h) S) A c( b1 I+ VCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& G% v/ }) ^/ q! s0 ~, b- c4 cNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
" A: K: i: _0 P! K; C8 AHow you suffered for you sanity,
8 j9 @7 ~; M4 x; ? T1 ~How you tried to set them free, - |* H5 v0 X# a R( N% O
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 }" |2 _7 K3 l" L `% W# d
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# _8 x" h# F! Z7 N6 L" {* Z NSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& q) e" ~8 \. f9 t3 ?Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # S9 q. W. Z* [
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # G( n! N6 s" V& C. }3 X
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 m$ _- s( \2 m. G% Q! C
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 j3 X6 }# L6 s' P/ F+ ?' sYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 f' U9 H3 y1 j3 J# B) RBut I could have told you, Vincent,
8 n$ \$ E1 J7 _0 S2 [" v' A: J& x$ vThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 b. w5 b) L$ {5 y9 A/ H
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. g5 }+ [- M6 w ^7 hFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 C; k6 h3 W8 T) H7 r( `% n
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ w1 k3 M: h- G$ D& r; g' m I
The 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, " S! c. o( t; \/ r4 G9 S4 P2 p
How you suffered for you sanity,
& e6 R' {! ?' E( F4 }& }' w8 l7 ]6 H. THow you tried to set them free, 5 i! A# e K' ^% e9 w
They would not listen they're not listening still,
7 Z! I9 W; W$ V" L1 s3 q% L" LPerhaps they never will. |
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