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! A9 ~. \. A; SStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 ~- l6 F) H b3 m, N% t1 NLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 s4 n5 n+ o( d5 o
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ a( H5 A9 k6 D. u- Z* u9 S
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! |! I" k" k- _5 X. ?& z" z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,, J2 @' i! x/ j4 W7 S/ `3 a3 g
How you suffered for you sanity,
q: n' B1 j; j7 s- p3 VHow you tried to set them free, 8 @4 u1 ` a0 ~3 J; V- u
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! @& T/ V. s2 l2 E6 @) Q1 Y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( z _$ F! x. E# BSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . c* x$ ~% |# I
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ ~% y, l+ R: N+ e
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * i/ @ ~7 E/ H& Q3 O
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
1 G/ u' k- m5 c( n0 W3 w9 ?Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. ^' K- n# b2 V/ @+ }4 @( gYou took your life as lovers ofter do, / I) a: _& E4 G( V% j. e: l
But I could have told you, Vincent, 6 Y6 g9 Y9 C5 G' I
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 i9 b' R1 x# T/ n& L% [6 `2 ^, K
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' e: ^; I1 n E1 xFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % o4 v# z' Q A+ b, {8 T& V
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 k/ F9 S6 {8 V( Z) ]The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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( x9 B* l, C; a0 ~6 V% CNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, , o) Q. b& v* g+ n/ K- b
How you suffered for you sanity,
, n+ U5 a& T6 O, Y2 ^How you tried to set them free, ; v3 y5 ?: k3 X
They would not listen they're not listening still,
2 d' I( c# Y/ D; y$ b5 bPerhaps they never will. |
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