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2 @2 [8 {0 \; x& FStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' Z; n$ R, u# TLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 S! \, i- X1 a8 j+ B/ q$ a) t! X3 U
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- p* [$ c! j' B# eCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , |$ S& |- W/ O+ r
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
' {9 v d. ^& M- RHow you suffered for you sanity, ! h6 v$ z# A8 {" Y8 @3 n% N3 p
How you tried to set them free, " v; {7 V' A0 Z& R" { ^8 i' l
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( N/ X( S+ ~) V9 S. S
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - g2 N; A1 e/ C# Q: J
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 ~. t+ f& y( ^+ L3 iColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, ^' `) y; w, O+ k) jWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! y3 K2 w2 K3 O2 r0 q) e2 O
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
, @, K1 {$ S' F3 W" D! uAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + M6 a# G2 g5 }) t
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
; z3 u" J9 b$ L$ J3 m, KBut I could have told you, Vincent, 1 Z* N/ p5 ]- w6 [
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 O; \# c( f. X, P
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! K9 r4 K3 W8 _8 W& x$ Y H& {8 z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! w/ w# o \' A/ ?& ^, N- {
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - c9 P- P0 |( ?) Q
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, , v; _8 Z+ G7 d9 Y; F
How you suffered for you sanity,1 x0 S8 L- R# |
How you tried to set them free, " |1 ^8 u+ k9 A
They would not listen they're not listening still,
# k: H m" u( `" H; E- BPerhaps they never will. |
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