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: E: T" h9 o! s' E. |. c# fStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 ~+ T P6 e4 m, m2 yLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' @6 [0 i) v0 L' d# E& k
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. ?0 r# G1 v" h& A* Y' Y: g0 _
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 [( ^" D+ x4 x
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
- |% M$ P: r2 f/ j/ L" Y! DHow you suffered for you sanity,
+ m; j( J) [2 a$ K5 I4 I2 R$ {" W# Y0 VHow you tried to set them free, . C- r2 k- p, }& E9 I N# X
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 _1 M# Q8 A' l' t' n0 O1 gStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 W2 w! H! W7 l* ^1 i. s
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 D( |3 D* M A5 g! |
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! O+ \ _7 h$ W- U
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,
/ _ `% Q3 p& L( l- w9 h0 ]Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + Z' A8 K2 \4 r. {5 H* \' I6 Y
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
& W, k5 y! L$ \& C8 }! pBut I could have told you, Vincent,
$ d4 ~. F' q" J# _/ v b2 R$ B! ?% YThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & A( j: N. `) z9 D/ ?1 y
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 r8 Z2 C' X9 s$ Q4 L% w g
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( d( L2 _9 x2 t9 T0 i) [
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * o& x" o0 S3 T( f% s; P
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, , ~! |- j& ~( e2 M
How you suffered for you sanity,
( d" f/ k) a0 j, l( l+ g7 u+ |How you tried to set them free, 3 ?& e: e7 z, z2 K k, D$ j, f
They would not listen they're not listening still,
; ]9 \; w, b' ?Perhaps they never will. |
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