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1 H+ [0 ?' W+ BStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( V0 e1 u5 F: i( `+ K1 eLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 j. T/ K% ?/ h
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# @7 \( _7 [9 q& i. ]/ Q$ {8 e/ mCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! t! E' J p5 h7 e W
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,( l/ o' Z' l! ]( Q% t5 G$ ^
How you suffered for you sanity,
! k8 R3 m5 B! g8 o0 N5 {How you tried to set them free, 9 |! ?4 S2 V. k3 g" d1 ~
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , @6 Y. u) h# q5 a* {+ X
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ T: Y8 y- E2 n7 N% N3 B( ?Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ l& J1 d3 Q7 n$ ?& V2 W4 {Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, `% o0 w2 k* e2 U4 W. X( z
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # f4 m) i a" x
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, % q# h* v; k1 L( j/ c7 Y9 a* j
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( k' [$ X6 ^' ?' Y7 k; Y5 RYou took your life as lovers ofter do, $ U9 L" a& z; i/ w N
But I could have told you, Vincent,
2 ?" H2 Q" b" q3 @' r7 yThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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6 `- ~. i4 A9 v! [) Q# j+ i/ b" `7 EStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( |6 T& }* r( Y9 r, G0 z+ U
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' k7 S8 B$ I; x7 q- D! yLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 z0 v8 g4 k$ N) lThe 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, 2 a% c9 @5 c$ F0 D
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 U6 p/ E+ C K1 [& g* A1 NHow you tried to set them free,
7 y7 D# d( M* p% k% }$ OThey would not listen they're not listening still,
5 j7 Z$ U/ r9 k4 i! ~/ W" L0 ]Perhaps they never will. |
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