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& Q: n I' d' T; ]! \Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 F% ^4 `) N4 }Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" Y: o+ o/ P6 o9 H' iShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 z' @8 V# h: `- v
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ W/ D! E$ H4 r6 G# I+ xNow I understand what you tried to say to me,5 t5 r u9 @! M% W ] w0 V
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 J5 Z$ v! X$ W4 HHow you tried to set them free, $ ?4 k$ Z$ M }1 [" y8 H; O. S
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & k. K% L; y8 }& T
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
W1 A$ [: v- f! l5 XSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) r# ]4 P+ @+ i3 H) kColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 J( P5 k) s. \5 r0 |Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 q9 f! S3 x8 ~. @
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 |. F: L* r/ K; ^+ S2 O, H! Y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! H4 V! ?4 g4 B! P7 {) ]* I
You took your life as lovers ofter do, # z9 D1 U: L$ e" g! J; w2 D
But I could have told you, Vincent,
- Y6 `3 k }! L" _This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , H6 d$ Y0 m) I' ?. @
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; j7 ~/ _5 `; z0 L2 ?9 e
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 W S" C) q6 Z# z; x' s+ Y. C mThe 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,
6 d9 q5 ?/ T! ]# \ k( w" h: @( L: fHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 o! Y3 r5 f" T2 {How you tried to set them free, ( B/ r5 P5 J4 J, R
They would not listen they're not listening still, 8 o9 A @/ U1 R! X2 h+ f
Perhaps they never will. |
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