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( `0 Z0 ?5 ^3 `8 n n/ @* NStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- \2 z+ g$ s, TLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " S$ Y( J7 G) r6 Z: |4 j
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ C y8 b ]; C* E9 P, ?3 k1 c
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " M f; n3 m6 J3 r" s0 F I
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 @: a: l( \8 `/ ~% U! R' xHow you suffered for you sanity, : }6 U8 `) z; [0 j \
How you tried to set them free, " T! E& W* P0 O% y" G! [0 B
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; Q, I# L( k7 L/ m6 p4 z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 ? [; L4 V; X/ H4 c
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 c; _# E8 o7 H& I0 j
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 J! W+ y2 l2 Q2 ?# W% ^
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 0 ?2 {3 k: y. m7 o3 P+ B) o
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , D* b7 N) M6 U s' X
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
# R# M R G0 E7 DBut I could have told you, Vincent,
2 {: G/ ]/ W3 I( N2 M7 OThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 f( M, S1 n, Z# J6 o: A
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " ?) |& l' Y! k& }, ?( w
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + { \; g* P/ B) y. ~
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . f, {4 o$ _8 R2 u8 {6 B
* A6 u% d- C2 h; g9 oNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
, i) V8 |6 q2 U3 }% D5 k# IHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ x- @: H( J. g( C) gHow you tried to set them free,
0 }9 _. f! N5 Y+ _They would not listen they're not listening still,
7 a8 J7 J$ M. v6 q1 ?5 ZPerhaps they never will. |
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