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n& g3 z$ u: b0 b- [Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 ?% R" V2 t" K' [' v/ h$ GLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , Q$ W0 R* z* V% P* r O* I7 t
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. I% O" n$ N v- _- S9 D+ ZCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) f+ x# e) P7 U" U6 _1 V
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,/ S, {) q" a1 p3 B
How you suffered for you sanity,
: ?/ J4 V4 N7 c; eHow you tried to set them free, % G; o: G' j! U& Z
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! Z& Q5 h, }& U& @0 ?% r* S- F
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; y0 k$ G. ^: x5 |
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! x* X/ x) |6 b6 v# ZColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & W. l c9 G# }7 d) u% u: r% Q
Weathered 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,
; Z* C; y$ N! |) @2 Z" jAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* N' a) x1 w0 |) J, u5 {You took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 D5 e6 N6 p. \! b3 m" ?But I could have told you, Vincent,
! _- t3 y+ G1 {+ V9 _1 @This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 A3 X; B+ w& S" I2 b3 |/ w
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : N/ Y- M1 ~2 K) t
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" \+ P9 h P7 a# ~The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 B2 I7 `, b2 a1 C) Y/ W. ]9 H4 c
8 R9 C# H1 D! O# m* { YNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 ?/ L6 N2 E3 s- |How you suffered for you sanity,0 J! E2 j( U0 f( ]/ F8 |
How you tried to set them free,
% W, X" m+ S* L6 l( v/ [They would not listen they're not listening still,
" n2 E5 O: n1 H0 A8 I ^Perhaps they never will. |
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