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, L3 Q! A- |! f) R3 m( r6 e$ PStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 h, O, O& J9 M: T% OLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 2 T. f! _' r, H7 r' ?
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. C$ B" e' X5 d% @, a) S4 t
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 b1 ` L) k3 ~4 U4 L( R% fNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ S' e* b2 k% y* W$ ]8 ~/ y- e, jHow you suffered for you sanity,
8 X2 b. _$ s* |' A" j% K$ nHow you tried to set them free,
6 M* A" ]" P( W0 \6 n. n- k4 \) V: t7 nThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. z1 h' S; \! `) a# J
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - b! b' m+ R9 P/ u( y( q
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
y" @4 v. {1 z$ yColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 f( ?7 v. ?" fWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " L; I* G* b! S& Z
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, + K( A( U/ n/ `) W6 B( y" G9 Z
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ J9 t- l% ]8 G* \1 j5 q. T( s; G
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ) D+ g7 v- s- P0 g
But I could have told you, Vincent,
) L+ R# F% X/ s+ c! [3 Y: @6 _- aThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' z7 p" M r' N7 P
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 ]: |$ |/ [& I4 f6 `) Y* p @Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! e$ w) c. W$ G0 B/ s) ILike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 j. Z$ b5 q" l+ x& _
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , A; s- ?7 X& _; ?6 p3 n: C; \+ a
1 }( C( {6 {' p& M& `. M' [Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" ?( w% u# ]# }4 E6 dHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 S0 Y* s6 O& v6 bHow you tried to set them free, 7 s- M4 F) x6 k
They would not listen they're not listening still, , r: O3 U8 y$ [ n
Perhaps they never will. |
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