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3 q( z/ T+ p1 _/ q; Z2 PStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 i3 ]0 v: h9 G5 J* u( l0 F/ ^Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 c7 `! \4 ~, t, S. ~ x4 a# z) aShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ a' X/ J+ u2 Y& T% L, uCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " O- ?, H# |* p' |. M) V2 k7 _6 Z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
# k. G7 Q! X0 S+ m' m4 aHow you suffered for you sanity, , X9 X7 o6 G* F+ s
How you tried to set them free,
/ |3 b, F! L" y, xThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " M5 L: {2 w+ X7 }4 Z" P2 O9 Z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; q5 g) b7 _1 F9 aSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 G% ?2 m) W; ]6 a4 m" L6 J0 I# ~ EColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 y+ | a" x: p1 DWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 X: T+ j! x; s) f
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 2 B! [$ Z% k0 D( Z3 o0 B
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 f+ F5 V2 d& s7 d6 ~4 ]4 w! T
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 @) S% h% }9 o+ F' t3 W
But I could have told you, Vincent, 1 A# p o7 K' U9 c$ ?: W( V
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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2 y$ Z% `" F" u8 k8 dStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( _1 {0 R0 F* n4 _5 c3 SFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' s/ `4 [2 F! I1 W1 E# A! c$ _5 V
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 u% S" ` D Y& t5 c [0 |+ m* W
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # p5 D& _: h# j/ G2 Z
5 O, h4 p; \2 oNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, + F4 s3 Z l% z1 T$ ?
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ a6 r R! G7 N6 t8 V" a0 T7 Q6 ~How you tried to set them free,
& K! u% E* ]. VThey would not listen they're not listening still,
% M* _6 ]; v, Y; F8 v8 w* }) p# Y- oPerhaps they never will. |
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