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. I8 X+ c( k$ [) B* nStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! L1 @; X5 e/ Z# c- VLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 {5 B* e) {; I. h: FShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% _ ?# O" r2 }+ g$ ICatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 Q1 i$ t/ o* U( P5 iNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 @+ I1 d o! [* ?) g4 B0 ?: bHow you suffered for you sanity, : A5 i3 I4 C: E& S
How you tried to set them free, 6 H B% n- j6 C! E: @: z
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % w) s" D) f1 M# b
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " T3 U; W" Q/ G- y4 W2 @
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , Z9 Y) Z& X5 n( P8 D' @/ a X. g' w& F
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 W+ Z& A3 n3 n$ ?7 x a- i) CWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( V# [* w" J" T8 ^
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 D0 G5 N. `$ s0 s+ k6 t1 }: r6 NAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 A9 D5 ^6 F Y/ \, `1 O
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 R! K0 Y1 p9 c! M5 FBut I could have told you, Vincent, 0 G* P4 P( s$ _! F+ Y! I* i
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: b+ V! T# n8 H' oFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % y9 m$ H9 {7 _ L
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 X Y& j$ n; ]( `The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! s2 o" U* S- i+ ~( z
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
: O+ ^1 r- ]! r& {$ W. ]. W7 `How you suffered for you sanity,
0 n& [& r! x6 s% y4 e9 T THow you tried to set them free, 9 Z8 `8 S" K4 q) g
They would not listen they're not listening still,
2 C3 W# r1 ^8 z Z7 c! _" e4 W6 }Perhaps they never will. |
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