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$ Y; g* v8 F+ w4 @3 @4 VStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; g; K$ ~5 r/ b
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! n0 W3 C- F) u7 U4 \
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 r5 \: r$ |: R' f$ \& YCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) F; y* A- W) ]! {" h8 h
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,7 j' O- c7 D( k5 ~& S4 N6 F" U
How you suffered for you sanity, $ N4 |/ W; F/ ]8 N
How you tried to set them free,
5 T, }9 C4 X: q5 Y7 W, }+ AThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# f1 A( G% X' M' I" gStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; ?( P9 X- L! t
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 ?: Y' V$ N( t0 i/ c5 A& y; I
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) f# M9 C% m u$ L" ~Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 [# {3 r$ M; m' m0 ^" V' D! G0 x) B
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 u- z2 `$ H) C3 p, U HAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 {, T8 ^2 g8 X# ~
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
, G- B. F# L. Z9 P" B! @But I could have told you, Vincent,
/ Z( a! J3 ?1 C+ {5 K1 A+ @) x8 `This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! k* {4 D6 A: g1 Z
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 ?! W q' c& E! \* CFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 q, v/ e; I& ?9 w- u Y: K
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' n! ?& c: _. E. J* SThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
- c' m, g* v$ N2 |/ Z1 m6 UHow you suffered for you sanity,) R' ?' j4 T* [4 x7 d; G
How you tried to set them free, 4 L b6 E2 Z( V! C& ]
They would not listen they're not listening still, 2 j/ P1 U( m; j' H8 `1 |
Perhaps they never will. |
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