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4 y) Y$ `& a- u' o x: uStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) g% q0 u* i% e2 B) ]/ [Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 h9 m4 i. C, D( N) x( l- X: n, nShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& W3 `+ C& @3 n
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. h! L0 f9 i& }, V ~4 N# l
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,. r2 f' F. p( {( t
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ Z1 ^" s+ z2 v. k' C1 m9 J/ ZHow you tried to set them free, % e; {& }2 u1 Q7 R1 j- \. t7 D
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # h; A! n6 e+ i& {
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' w3 K# ~- S: @8 `: O6 O3 `% GSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 e- n* T. u# C6 r- Y: {3 s. f( HColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
r f5 g9 ^! ~Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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% L1 D9 A- j6 }3 |For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 3 w9 i5 g; Y# y. @+ @) F/ Z1 U7 X+ _
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 P6 j5 r- E( cYou took your life as lovers ofter do, * j3 }6 v- r+ a* W- j
But I could have told you, Vincent,
0 H5 S0 u- K* M* yThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# {& }" D" c+ F) b5 ]* @Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. L- @( b6 I- b/ C9 k( zLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 a: {$ ?8 N; ]: sThe 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, % i8 g0 N) Y) g, v
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 G/ H! J2 E/ ZHow you tried to set them free,
+ d6 m( N) I, Z1 q4 x/ _8 a( yThey would not listen they're not listening still,
4 V; M0 ^$ [8 W. U R" E$ oPerhaps they never will. |
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