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5 Z/ ]: E5 n6 {3 X% VStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: m. J# [) n. |' d3 C: z0 rLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : `- c: Z0 p; O3 I# k) n" `8 P
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ H0 R1 {8 r3 g+ ]Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % t* N: n/ I# ~ D; k; G
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
! I K p5 s4 I# z: B: UHow you suffered for you sanity, " E4 G+ P0 f, y# g' L5 U' Z
How you tried to set them free,
' X) j0 i5 S; z) zThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 u6 `! u$ Z3 n! Y5 J& L
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 z7 E9 B( T2 MSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 Z) z. q* I& n" Y# ]3 t2 MColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 y [* j: d# Q8 W2 q1 k+ \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, |3 X0 @2 n, w, b$ [- e6 e! i
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! G4 }' i' Z/ mYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ Z3 g, A5 L/ Q3 T+ t: o2 ^ S) VBut I could have told you, Vincent,
! W$ x. j) \. I7 V( {This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - N# H' S6 i4 ]8 S
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 L, u5 b# ?( _/ l& c
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , S3 e& H' ]/ u$ v( ~
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & m0 [# [ f8 F* G3 G
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 y7 _$ q6 A/ w8 ^4 V' g1 O, d
* h ~+ w J$ I* r6 F) G5 C9 ]. xNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" V! v7 {- w2 o( U' `# w5 ]& V- `How you suffered for you sanity,
! h$ p9 B, ~% B$ M& }/ T* M% BHow you tried to set them free, $ [ A0 T' N- i; Z3 Y
They would not listen they're not listening still,
6 p) j9 X `7 Y# z) aPerhaps they never will. |
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