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- {$ J. }+ g, e: s1 S* A8 rStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 n/ U- G) v( f& y, Y3 a. lLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
N6 c& H, {! _/ k, Z, i( CShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 l" l8 P6 L& ^( T7 e* c% n
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! i5 m9 D# N8 t; A( l2 eNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 D; d y$ a) n9 ~' d5 A6 Z4 zHow you suffered for you sanity,
, X& t# F! l' oHow you tried to set them free, 1 t+ T" h) {( M% `% b6 i
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 S2 w0 @" x+ x1 G
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " q4 {0 C. W# \6 s# @8 F
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ b- K- @" A# H- F" QColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 t& p. E8 \) k7 `0 t) x" `+ c
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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+ T; P6 G: v; d( j# K: _For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: L+ t2 b$ c& z& I5 vAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" r5 n W2 ~, kYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 {1 K8 w w2 sBut I could have told you, Vincent,
' |9 T9 h# T7 K/ j) e8 fThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 Q$ T d5 f; b/ D
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; X$ g$ |6 v$ u9 s4 y' @, xFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: }: ?+ l6 U. N- d3 JLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 `3 [, [5 L. V1 ?" Z3 O4 \/ e. S: U
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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( L: J' s& P: Y7 F; lNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
2 h% w1 O: `* z7 w. m. U# s: U8 oHow you suffered for you sanity,1 c1 d0 y: r. L
How you tried to set them free,
( J% x8 f3 J$ eThey would not listen they're not listening still, " g8 ^* x* z1 @( A Q8 @0 I
Perhaps they never will. |
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