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5 y4 u) k( y( o; A# G( ZStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% w( \' Y+ w% b2 q. u, E+ ULook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
) `6 P2 \# Z1 f) a( r# R' V7 KShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& v# Z3 u6 k0 c) ~6 Q' D# m1 k
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ @ N3 f/ x% \3 x( CNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
; T$ c+ L7 v( ^How you suffered for you sanity,
2 i4 g- h; F$ z8 O* B" ?How you tried to set them free, ) j2 { n( R- l; Q% S1 e
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: R. C: k1 C% {7 WStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - ?3 q9 X+ F2 A o6 x1 j" F* ]; l
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % @3 H) _ L6 X: ^1 I
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + X/ ]4 S6 d( F$ K1 N* O; v
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. g8 E2 g- y$ l. S
5 y! E% o y, o+ h0 x* u: a7 ?; RFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, + o- Y n/ o+ l- e
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - z& q$ Q& o9 b0 W$ Q& V6 k
You took your life as lovers ofter do, & W7 H: q# A+ S. O
But I could have told you, Vincent, , o% ^% O. g, T' @
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: s$ \+ N9 T+ u; r0 OFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! Z4 V) M3 Z6 t- V$ e3 ?
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & E: V& x- P5 U9 @9 w; m
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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2 X1 e( i: P% X: tNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, I4 O) E6 N8 F6 _$ R; q! {
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 a1 B9 f! s4 h9 RHow you tried to set them free, - ?8 E4 K m! Y j
They would not listen they're not listening still,
' z/ _+ E" Z0 v- K1 _' D% aPerhaps they never will. |
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