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. u* w+ ?! x+ r8 ~& IStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" r o* t+ Q3 J$ n( mLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 G1 Y. u- c8 l7 |3 }
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. m8 D# t% C# S( _$ h" T+ r2 X
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) X0 z4 e& D0 G4 q+ r0 f
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 N) y- n0 O8 G% i8 m5 ?( |How you suffered for you sanity,
( F5 [# k# l8 v: W4 I2 E' j0 THow you tried to set them free,
( H; i# W5 Y+ ?6 F JThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. _/ e" B. ?+ w0 p6 ~9 a
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 n/ P! N, Z2 f6 oSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
: F1 @1 n& M- R0 c6 n. J5 OColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 A3 S. u) z5 j0 {) O. {1 Z/ z
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,
+ F3 J8 T1 W# W3 Z9 @3 r. K3 _Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * s% L6 E' y7 M/ `, I. z" T" @
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
' x3 q: K- U aBut I could have told you, Vincent,
! Z8 E- S3 p2 J; A5 z1 YThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( e% \$ V0 J3 e5 t7 e- @$ W
H/ X! D( G! V7 nStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ i2 ^+ \ x) G: N
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# p2 t: F8 y- ]. R8 p5 dLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 x' T$ I+ U2 R0 X, l% q, g
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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: j' _5 J& i2 PNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% q! x+ e/ }" {; u7 \! u, v- x! tHow you suffered for you sanity,' B0 v5 Z: u8 A1 @0 ], {
How you tried to set them free,
& i' C4 b; h. t) yThey would not listen they're not listening still,
1 {, q' s8 m& a& cPerhaps they never will. |
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