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' [: Z% W9 y- I; b9 l1 J5 AStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
_- B1 d) U* A7 G X1 d4 mLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : [, {: v! y. [5 {
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," q _* } g! M, b# h! `) {
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ m- I2 I3 n# w3 I9 Q5 BNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
- a- I9 j/ |+ ?4 C, H3 o/ k% @2 H- M& O* ~How you suffered for you sanity,
- E" T! p. a4 KHow you tried to set them free, 1 r, Z: I: `7 x
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% @8 Q; |% J( s! U& F: g, oStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" f2 Y. ]4 M5 x! t! m+ e9 V- s# eSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - I: z8 u7 F- z h
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; }1 o4 `) Q4 x- lWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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+ c' D; p1 Q! ]0 m" r; Y WFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ' d) I9 H! C V. j' R
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & J- `% T( h3 F, G: U6 C
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 F- Z. F# @; k- m+ k
But I could have told you, Vincent,
7 b8 j7 F$ u3 @7 A! ~9 Q* pThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # o2 y: N7 d6 m4 {
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; U: O$ t: T. Z# d" Y/ Z# |Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * _ b7 O/ S5 {; o8 `# e" W" Y, @9 h7 R9 ~
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ @, W4 N, D: e' t. T' g3 a* i
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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& R ^9 U" b& _Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 G& s% [' w+ p# a% v4 N& c. f( L
How you suffered for you sanity,6 ^/ `2 u1 c9 q& c- M/ ]
How you tried to set them free,
/ X1 R# T" ? G, P2 |: ~0 gThey would not listen they're not listening still, 0 d4 i: K( z" J) Y1 N o
Perhaps they never will. |
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