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' B) x0 }+ P3 ^" XStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, p& Z. |% Y. k7 h# _2 OLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! X, H+ k i9 O3 i. l: OShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; E0 g" |8 T$ u" QCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ c$ N% V s# ?2 \Now I understand what you tried to say to me,! ~7 _( k) U& ^2 \
How you suffered for you sanity,
( o8 o3 h$ Y3 ^0 l* j, `How you tried to set them free, 7 K& o4 t! ~/ H
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * L! {& Q: V9 I& v! j: k
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . P# d' z0 k, A4 z
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " \3 M" q8 E1 q7 Q: _4 E
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 h* z! w) R( Q& ?
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 \& f" f# H7 y$ u& t
4 k. C1 M) b& u% o1 \For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 2 M Q/ X2 f& g' Y4 p/ ]
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 D2 k7 N( P4 l, @You took your life as lovers ofter do,
! s6 w0 H0 ]+ k: b6 |But I could have told you, Vincent,
9 L% g e1 f0 ^4 X dThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * i. K2 ?. }% B* `7 S' s
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , P1 d7 {& i' a4 g$ g7 o/ s
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 }* K- i. Z/ Q# v" D# ^
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 X2 ^% T* {& g, x6 C4 nThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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4 L- i O) D! ~1 fNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ) c* `' _' [! @/ G2 w m
How you suffered for you sanity,3 @; B1 f" O3 i6 d9 C
How you tried to set them free, / k) ~ y7 q7 s9 q- w
They would not listen they're not listening still, 3 P ^- ~+ z2 H
Perhaps they never will. |
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