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, ]& a* w7 e G! _. QStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: Z5 B% M- z9 [/ sLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% Q) N2 E% i: n5 `. d+ IShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 ?4 Z/ l% V- E3 m/ f6 z
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 ]' W8 d# u+ y3 LNow I understand what you tried to say to me,4 d) K ~+ T" E d/ F, [' P+ n2 P
How you suffered for you sanity, : V, T% p' u0 Z
How you tried to set them free, : U+ T* [) `/ R! r/ A0 J8 L. s
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
\/ W; }! L+ N) @' y: I& NStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 p! Q6 W8 p8 w7 `# y* Z7 ^Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( c8 Y; K8 `" }5 A8 {- p
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( u/ u2 {6 m6 h5 S. N
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,
% m" k9 v) g% wAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 k) r& `3 s% a- A/ _! W `! t
You took your life as lovers ofter do, . ` M( q- P3 e: F
But I could have told you, Vincent,
6 V7 f5 Q. S6 h5 E( F+ @+ \This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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2 b' F& B7 ~8 g! W; EStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - g( e, c" U# B+ U
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ Q5 }2 P/ ~8 n/ v
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 H) B. i) p: g$ q3 ^
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - ^0 q% b0 }! w- p0 C+ y
" E; U3 y* K0 J7 jNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; p1 j* R* {3 S% A- `7 _: X
How you suffered for you sanity,) P% q" u2 V+ S7 p% N2 f% a
How you tried to set them free,
; j. Q/ m2 ~$ P2 U+ fThey would not listen they're not listening still,
" i" r7 \+ H( J+ ?- BPerhaps they never will. |
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