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& V* @$ o1 O+ y2 y% I( BStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ r8 |1 j& ^/ a; VLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& a5 f- q0 s/ ?- }! \Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) V$ Z: P* X4 Y/ n# e1 TCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 l( H+ d4 x; G, j5 l$ k
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
! J' m$ d; S+ |1 KHow you suffered for you sanity, ' Q3 m3 a8 X+ q8 V3 n
How you tried to set them free,
9 I4 y2 ^' M4 pThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 J r; z* w E$ {Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' \) u9 X5 j: Y# U, Z5 p9 ^Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % B; ?% S% M6 f! S# T0 _
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % f4 R% J7 U2 x% m0 V) Q9 h; H
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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, K1 `; G* K! C7 iFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 h/ K% w/ y7 r
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* H, ]! p A5 P0 x% L7 aYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ! ?9 r* |+ \! @
But I could have told you, Vincent,
6 q. B# d5 C1 M: U, S+ w9 oThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 Q! j) O/ C0 E+ V! T; w6 Z
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( K. U1 @5 v) P) y0 aFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* |7 ^7 I3 w" HLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 T2 Z) D! o3 e2 O1 a
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : N$ r3 C8 t0 i9 | d" h
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, / k' @3 W& j* n! M& e
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 m) F% f" B0 h# dHow you tried to set them free,
* ^! K' v' B% A# \) bThey would not listen they're not listening still, ' K# Z9 p9 Y) S4 a! w8 \2 F/ h0 j; I
Perhaps they never will. |
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