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* U7 A h5 E, Z5 p0 J; R- d5 kStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 L3 C9 ?! `! L" eLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : h8 n- B& e! p3 v
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* Z8 S5 q5 ~( B. S; z; f" p
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: Z7 y& V3 e5 U" b: YNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
! E$ C. H( d1 Y2 `6 H6 v8 YHow you suffered for you sanity, ! `. T: X2 s. z- ]5 N# { K
How you tried to set them free, 4 A2 H$ t2 D! Y9 F8 z: E( ~. H
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! N; g' L( ?) i4 f" S& X" u% bStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. v% Z) P( E) {6 ESwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 q& _6 ^( p6 { w w& N1 L
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* S/ {0 U4 m1 _2 `/ oWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
" n7 ^8 h* h8 G& u9 H6 [6 X6 YAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; b; g1 d7 T: C, k( l4 a) q4 J
You took your life as lovers ofter do, % v: x( @; t5 V
But I could have told you, Vincent,
/ K( \2 V! B7 n* d, c% l }$ j/ DThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - G) R: U& j+ D# L6 `/ w7 j
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 @8 ]1 x* E. G& d9 D9 u, y4 }! jFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # R& r6 n: @' ` D
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 r( U1 ^2 |% l# ^, D* _& R
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( t5 B# y9 D! s* C, b* J( q0 x
4 Z0 u5 L( R ~1 W Z) v( cNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
, w: y( c' c! x! [ Q; QHow you suffered for you sanity,
5 X; x( L. J7 mHow you tried to set them free, 1 M' i8 z- V# E9 T/ }$ `, o! H
They would not listen they're not listening still,
9 ^4 k+ F/ V: E- ]3 VPerhaps they never will. |
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