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0 G5 i$ o& X2 o& f# VStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 K5 e# q Z( ]: xLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + s: f% b, J5 z7 Q5 n4 g! [
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ {& O& ^) y+ f, ?+ L' O5 `
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 F8 k* H$ n+ I+ R8 Q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,: W! `" ~$ ~- g% Y/ n
How you suffered for you sanity,
, K( f9 Y4 X g2 EHow you tried to set them free, 7 ]& p/ ]3 |. ^6 I
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; f( N0 W/ B1 U9 B: \1 r* WStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" F/ h8 n- |6 k) P3 p) SSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / n- u" ?6 \& J
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( d, Y/ u" o. AWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : ~' ~. X1 r" A
* u1 ]4 T" [6 r' \) h5 L9 lFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 6 n @! P; H# @! Q4 q* g$ \% O
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, s2 ^8 ~9 x5 Z, J/ _
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
. q) H4 w: n" h# z [! |+ BBut I could have told you, Vincent, 6 n& q: ^ K8 Z# ?
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + M t0 l, f' c$ T9 \
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 ^" a4 i* H- x& t
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( x; N: `+ C% n- ?1 b/ T9 l
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 N5 s9 u8 r8 z6 x! S5 uThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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; Q0 L. [% O( N* U* h! A- f* [( a2 l5 |Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
. D2 L; T% a% `1 {& }+ @How you suffered for you sanity,3 U- Q1 o- N( k- e+ Z0 D
How you tried to set them free, ; h% V) A: j' O( x# A) C
They would not listen they're not listening still,
G' s- m; N. y, LPerhaps they never will. |
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