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- H) H6 v! b" T9 ?3 M# nStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 U3 l4 J+ j! uLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 z0 }/ z) q% P. f
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," D+ S6 f- m/ w2 F7 l
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : R a* l0 J7 R% U' Z7 V5 \# d9 x/ V
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,; e" z; u! p; y; \- D' K y( ~$ b
How you suffered for you sanity, 9 D' `8 X6 c3 v- W
How you tried to set them free, 7 g0 Y3 j( x) @4 Z# g
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 i3 Y/ N4 w8 GStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 n g V/ {( \: e3 Q- X. n
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 y- b j, Y. L4 W a' `3 g( I
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 D/ h* Z$ C3 |: l5 g9 n) L
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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. |. S; M" b" c+ t; ^For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
) X# b. L/ j- u) mAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& k4 p; v2 i- y+ ?, t: t' EYou took your life as lovers ofter do, # o/ m* `; x B9 }3 |- Q w a
But I could have told you, Vincent,
/ Z( F. g4 \8 X3 a* dThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . G: a1 {1 E* R9 R. d! ?
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; r, e W. W2 y( D* C
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
^) h2 l5 f C7 Z' D5 nLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; v; }% X4 b2 R& }, [3 l! pThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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1 H4 L% C, R0 ANow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 0 y/ O/ B3 y) Y
How you suffered for you sanity,! P4 m% K+ v7 Q
How you tried to set them free,
$ r7 j6 `2 ~* K K+ \They would not listen they're not listening still, * W- q# |9 H4 L. {8 u2 ^
Perhaps they never will. |
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