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% P3 b' z7 X! A0 W7 aStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* V% u8 U7 @% P7 L* w. b$ ?; XLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , v6 I1 n9 b$ [" ^, P
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 d, A- ?1 I" \+ I, M& v2 F% `Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ u# G9 x1 R2 D' _9 y5 ONow I understand what you tried to say to me,& G; W' t. ?: U" {
How you suffered for you sanity, - T- }. b* N: u$ T; e
How you tried to set them free, 2 I0 i8 o7 k' \, N& p; w
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + j+ u0 w- v9 e1 u7 H3 o7 A
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * K$ w$ g) T1 L
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 m# Q6 n# M5 u) I6 r7 V7 h
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 r. `) [- u j- d/ d3 BWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 ^' A, @ W8 [% T
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, + r0 P6 B2 [- e, N
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : p4 Z) o1 Q; t% C1 D8 U8 K& U
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 K( s% f" z, d- n9 N4 l2 L% W2 n
But I could have told you, Vincent,
& D! `' k& @* a& B, X0 L# {This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. ^4 K( L G$ S7 n, p1 `3 J" L/ n" fFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 Q/ {$ i( D, B" c) a1 q2 |
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 L$ ]: J9 J5 o( FThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ?: K1 Z$ Y l# \* G c
: J( s$ b; C( VNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
. d. k! C/ P. `How you suffered for you sanity,# ], L7 \! z* \5 j( ^ O4 k% H5 F- A
How you tried to set them free, 0 K$ Z' r8 m, R# w3 Q
They would not listen they're not listening still,
$ v) v1 }- ] X& }8 O8 |Perhaps they never will. |
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