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|! E A" L6 p3 H0 U4 v' F6 uStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' \% H; \- K& H: C
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( O* l; p M( j$ e5 [
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; d8 I/ i5 |2 U1 k
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , }/ a; g' P+ V/ Z: Z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ x7 l4 B& ?2 o3 oHow you suffered for you sanity,
% D0 V% t0 L) T% f/ xHow you tried to set them free,
6 D3 x9 F# w8 L" h6 @They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / s, J# I$ J% r5 V9 @1 I8 ]3 x
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 R4 Z1 i4 [( L& g4 b# L! J
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
v% `* @' ] NColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % J$ ^ d. o6 T
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; k2 R7 k, R! T+ t) U, r- p* Z
9 E; U0 v8 n) ]For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 Z, h' H/ T4 `% H. a2 [& x. D* Z( \7 J' [
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - K4 y/ Q6 ~& M' B
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ v. ]$ f( o/ _6 W/ N' XBut I could have told you, Vincent, - b% q7 p* \% t' O3 q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! U( @5 X# r( U& e% \8 s
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ |" K1 x1 g. K6 |Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, b& b$ q2 y1 F0 _Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 q0 L& V' A. B' G S! D+ [
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' j8 \* K0 ~! l8 |$ ^0 BHow you suffered for you sanity,
. v2 D) E7 i# K+ _How you tried to set them free,
* v* D6 w$ U* m/ K* @/ m3 {They would not listen they're not listening still,
+ w# G7 |+ }0 S- t; L7 N6 I% o, u& CPerhaps they never will. |
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