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- n9 W( Q$ t# I/ e* C: J0 \Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ W3 `. n4 P" o' b$ sLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 ~& f% p5 N7 yShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ i0 o9 Z0 O% U! o0 M9 t" lCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + b6 b m( K2 w+ S$ D# K) ^8 I& O
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,, j w7 _1 K" ^& W1 q( n
How you suffered for you sanity, 8 H. E; @$ J m0 n6 A
How you tried to set them free, 9 D+ v' c6 G/ H6 E# Y u# q) _
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . W% t' R/ `: G: b# {$ Q% x6 F$ o L
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 c; A$ w0 {( N$ I2 { s# tSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 g5 e7 M0 L0 o7 @' D e, l
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! P! F! U& V- b4 O) @8 s
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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# [! t% A$ v8 I$ cFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 6 r, w2 _' x I3 K
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) h& n, `! V `1 BYou took your life as lovers ofter do, % N# i- `0 u9 I3 o; ~
But I could have told you, Vincent,
+ z% Y3 g' w7 K+ `: zThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / m& n' g# @* d: x6 l8 O4 `" @
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" T4 Z% k3 z% ~0 X; Z' KLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" l! r9 D/ V4 ?' i; GThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 w+ \) g5 g+ C! f; v
! h! h9 [2 p2 J4 j2 [2 K! ZNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' B) H/ q6 T4 R( [! g
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 \* i8 x0 F2 {: l% UHow you tried to set them free, 2 C& \0 r& {7 v) e6 `1 P4 f
They would not listen they're not listening still, , t% @4 ]+ G' ^2 @2 F( ~
Perhaps they never will. |
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