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* N3 {/ @# X% OStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* y$ g: G$ Z U( O! O7 ZLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . C8 z: ]* h4 m" o2 B1 h: C+ }
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* }7 E: M4 r1 f- ]# [0 ]Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; R$ G. x( Z9 m# b0 p& z/ K: O! E
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,6 U9 T _' {% _; G1 j
How you suffered for you sanity, * F1 o& O/ A& F2 q
How you tried to set them free,
, q8 }5 i$ X4 d0 W7 l/ e% tThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 d0 U7 A( G4 x& l8 G5 l5 B0 o, `
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: `3 K$ i% K" l( mSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 N# P! W1 l; A3 ^4 hColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 i( D+ I j1 e9 GWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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2 h$ z& ^2 {% y: b+ Q s" c" t5 y6 n' W1 bFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 G+ [3 C* t% T0 p$ f4 ?& T# O( e6 c
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # Y" D4 @8 {& |" k# F
You took your life as lovers ofter do, & Z; f k6 D- E8 X6 l! q; B1 s
But I could have told you, Vincent,
, x9 `, U6 ]3 g# i5 x1 RThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; K2 i( t8 M4 @( x
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ b7 R6 X8 v, i* U' V u. x* x
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 X( j7 m& J$ C
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . l4 y, }5 w1 g& m# e( J
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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' L. z) u1 L8 a1 s9 nNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ }, b- _; o' h; s+ v# k7 GHow you suffered for you sanity,
! v: V* y$ u; J( nHow you tried to set them free,
, C0 p* L1 u& E) t" vThey would not listen they're not listening still,
7 K a0 e8 B6 }) N$ u7 ]6 {Perhaps they never will. |
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