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3 S! R, L) f1 P) A: GStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! m( V! C6 w* x# ?" N% @Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - E; |8 m9 f) j# f
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 G( R+ V- M+ s. b E. u
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! T. T$ D8 {6 Z( i9 z. _. M0 W4 j
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,/ d9 t# T i0 t% Z) V0 \
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 V0 Q8 j! v) |How you tried to set them free, : i8 n6 z8 `+ |+ \& {' B1 `0 h
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 T3 |/ I% l+ s, b' y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. ^ z# `& {. DSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, # l l) d: w. Y% H( |9 O
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 E# ]* n6 L/ k. b( n9 mWeathered 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,
; U# w$ Y( x3 B G% nAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" P# p' q2 ^5 M% V7 m1 L) JYou took your life as lovers ofter do, " Z0 n. o- F' \. B9 I
But I could have told you, Vincent, $ f# @6 q+ Z' p5 N2 F
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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2 E6 @: o( F# z9 r$ [* _- IStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ a0 N$ i/ I! D4 iFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 |9 S7 \9 j$ N9 r
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " ~$ [' V+ Z9 R% X
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; s- v/ l& Z4 ~! [; ^6 ]" `
8 V! G) r7 u6 {8 O5 K# ^Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" _* q& x# U G W& `How you suffered for you sanity,* M$ E" ]3 i- S5 N2 W3 O
How you tried to set them free, # L" K0 }0 @& n \. f( z
They would not listen they're not listening still,
9 C' w; Z q9 l5 z0 H3 y: ZPerhaps they never will. |
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