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/ h6 T" O; Q) V6 f- n( i' |Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- u) S: w) E1 r# ILook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " ^1 M( ~/ L* v# _; h8 }* `
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% h7 z5 X, R# {
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ m% ]' a0 Q# x8 Y, i/ y! QNow I understand what you tried to say to me,0 K- ?; p; p. j
How you suffered for you sanity,
! J2 M. f B+ O/ \How you tried to set them free,
- e+ M h: E- y+ i$ B# ^; n8 jThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & n- z6 d8 j: e# w" C, Q2 i9 W4 L
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 h# b+ B9 m5 ~1 e
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 x1 `1 A: L& T
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 r1 L% Q/ @0 B
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ i0 c; Y' ~: `Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % Q2 d R6 c. G# l: G
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
# Q+ m! e0 l% Y' [8 X0 ~But I could have told you, Vincent, ( N- p3 I! @% h7 S$ H: O
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 P% h3 m& z% ?6 t7 {( K$ F
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* z3 Q7 v- M' PFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! g, y Q" B, q- f6 q( ~
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 x0 P9 j1 s' X+ S- w( {5 j
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 c( F; w2 d; H3 V( g
# l3 N4 `2 L, a3 ~Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
! u5 v K0 j, y/ w, ^* R* {. }; bHow you suffered for you sanity,, Y/ w. h0 j' P1 d
How you tried to set them free,
# c5 K/ I0 E w0 oThey would not listen they're not listening still,
8 B1 h$ w+ O$ `( w& SPerhaps they never will. |
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