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( n& g2 W7 ]' b" JStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 E: I- y( n7 ^- u: cLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( L" M1 Z* `9 {6 R3 FShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: F9 r5 O) W6 A% h2 Y( z4 ?/ BCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ `7 p" F7 z3 e0 C- ?Now I understand what you tried to say to me,+ r4 Q% k8 w; J8 U2 @; ]+ \2 f" K
How you suffered for you sanity, ! k7 J( ?9 g* I# ?( Z7 q
How you tried to set them free, 7 A7 {; v3 t8 V# y: `& U+ n
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) `7 h- c* o4 ]$ u* D9 ~& H* GStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 D6 O$ S+ ] z$ o+ E* hSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , h% d8 A/ s* w) r2 F: I" |: B2 }7 e
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * r$ g: w7 e0 R! j: x. f
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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) v, G$ u0 ?; f! l6 T5 QFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, # V7 T: R3 E4 d {3 h# u1 m4 r
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, E- H; Z& X0 H
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
# f8 d+ E0 {1 F/ q7 N ABut I could have told you, Vincent,
& [! O& D( S4 g7 O' E+ k/ n* b. GThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) a: v9 J2 Y4 L1 s. R v* x+ H! e
0 {, I% k( E7 C3 t5 k" KStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / o n' X2 K7 |( x" P6 r! ?
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 e- s" j/ |9 p* ~
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 }0 t3 ~' ^7 y) T# Q, k) UThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " P8 b( e: r+ ^4 J
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 R, A+ A! S- Z) oHow you suffered for you sanity,
) U( d' w6 Z- L; bHow you tried to set them free, " n4 Z0 _3 k6 |6 @
They would not listen they're not listening still,
6 q; e) b; y5 }Perhaps they never will. |
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