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- i! B- ~& V! e- HStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 p( B$ I% l8 KLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, P s) a7 R3 a* O: T4 `
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% f: J$ h/ \* m2 x2 {
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ V M% d1 R! E1 H/ k, [% RNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 E- j! j9 W" W8 t; { V' pHow you suffered for you sanity, + r; K7 [, `( e% @) h
How you tried to set them free,
( l2 C5 j9 a& M; G# [& [% n+ s2 G4 {They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 K% Y5 g# ^$ j% G- F5 d5 JStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 {. H# r( \! O: F# i4 q
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" @ t' R# r9 wColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 r, w, n( e/ pWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 I) ^0 e4 P! a, J
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, % m, v; ^. T( h \9 T% w$ g: T
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 V2 e0 A2 B. n2 b8 }# iYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 c M) s7 D! x5 _7 b0 I4 t
But I could have told you, Vincent,
: \1 X& e v: M" p) _This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 {8 m( g5 [; l, l
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 z& t. B& B: D! k
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& ?% T6 G, g+ E8 ]* }The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , s5 R8 V8 h4 y; B, l9 R
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
* n; V( T, b5 K4 x; NHow you suffered for you sanity,
- Z! O* L# `4 b6 p7 ^How you tried to set them free, 2 [4 C' s7 X6 w- ~+ w; s, T
They would not listen they're not listening still,
# h+ P1 D) E" O7 }9 m0 uPerhaps they never will. |
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