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4 E& H( b' O' B: {: v5 UStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' T M* c9 W/ e& W; l, D$ C- PLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" n" G' ~: l: G. x. zShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ M+ O6 U2 U. c8 G/ i5 r s R) m. TCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( i7 I5 i# o, N! R& ~9 bNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 u! g6 J, x' f7 @How you suffered for you sanity,
- ~% m0 G! C, c* C1 }- qHow you tried to set them free,
5 o& ?3 Y _8 gThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& W/ h1 c0 r3 P5 VStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " W* s$ ]4 n: \' F) f. K! W; n
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 x9 k' U7 P( O2 r- h' Z, n6 i
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 T# A2 Y: h0 x: K9 a# @* {) B4 d
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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' n p/ h6 w) ]6 r VFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 6 s, w7 f$ A3 |2 E1 ^8 A' }
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 Q: @0 V' G$ Q- l
You took your life as lovers ofter do, - _" B5 p0 o# |/ F, m# C4 I" i
But I could have told you, Vincent,
J, X u% z# N$ ]/ Y- EThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 T% _3 b9 y0 `" w* i
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - _: G' I1 F, s2 y, V$ K2 v
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % K6 `7 t5 ^7 ^' J! N/ W
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( z. u C5 w; A1 S" n
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 D+ V0 ` B. d3 H; Z
% M% j' U L* j4 M) @2 U' ENow I think I know what you tried to say to me, + I9 x: M2 C/ a |
How you suffered for you sanity,
, H8 b, Z- r7 r6 mHow you tried to set them free,
) b6 R0 `" g8 mThey would not listen they're not listening still,
3 F4 c# n" }* \0 `Perhaps they never will. |
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