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, Q6 @! d& \' Y* ]5 RStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) ]: A6 l3 \7 g/ iLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& N; L8 F; b. {' _+ @Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 y2 O& q2 r' j' I* ~
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) B1 I# Z0 X4 k' u3 \
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
. G- P/ C% ^2 V3 q" S; lHow you suffered for you sanity,
, n$ d. |- f3 I* }# ]How you tried to set them free,
4 _( @2 _: e: j3 r0 I8 \' ZThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) x K4 ]# d1 O( {
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 X8 k; F! E, ^, RSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; e4 I5 v1 n1 i1 _9 _( {. }Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. t- W7 y4 {1 Z, X3 }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, 7 Q. R* N6 R* w8 ]! w" P1 |' ?& E
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" j& H# ?$ P8 }. b2 n! @You took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 N0 g9 A& y- o% d1 v1 kBut I could have told you, Vincent, $ U9 R1 A c6 [8 F
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - ]9 U% M2 O4 R
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ l3 K% ?. _, B( i
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ R0 R5 `, J. o* P7 `1 h; p1 }/ pLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( ~! h) r0 o0 l% J" ~9 q
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( L7 N6 a6 U; X, `9 r
/ U6 a' c6 U& }* VNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
6 i, V- o; M4 M& U7 ]. bHow you suffered for you sanity,! H) K u+ E% w; P) ?- p
How you tried to set them free,
2 w# E$ N1 U/ `& L: tThey would not listen they're not listening still,
. _0 H/ r) j# b3 ~8 L7 M% NPerhaps they never will. |
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