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: [% `4 ` @ D; GStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# D3 r. U# ]1 x1 l# `3 \0 RLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( G( M4 P# u$ R% F0 u
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 C3 E2 W: t) j2 }- z3 ?$ PCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- q2 b& v( `0 C" ^! C, z, ONow I understand what you tried to say to me,
' A& ]4 F& Q' o% y4 @How you suffered for you sanity,
! o1 B4 r5 o* Z% K4 FHow you tried to set them free,
& i. V6 j6 _5 J: g4 C9 \7 [% t0 SThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - h! p- e1 `7 ^1 H8 B6 ^
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 B. r5 K) Y- e tSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 l$ z, F' F7 h( N) b' B- a* D# Z) ]Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ q& y6 f! m$ d9 r: dWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) W# x* u& t0 n7 [5 L
% {0 t( M/ h* d3 w" T. fFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 4 Q( A P8 A6 F+ Q. n
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" l* R, S! w7 F% L w# V H( IYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 }" a& ~( `3 g. e" }But I could have told you, Vincent,
/ O& S: O8 m- ]This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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8 U; m" o9 R! _! c; PStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 q" ~- ^% B1 e* G9 t4 w
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : l& ]& q7 ^2 C7 n `' P
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 }: z# D2 G4 h) XThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 C2 A) ?* l+ o7 p* ^3 W( ?
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 2 e( y. U/ |, m5 m* f' i$ b
How you suffered for you sanity,
; P, i) s* Y) z5 H wHow you tried to set them free, # H9 s9 V- v* H* a- I
They would not listen they're not listening still,
0 p& r x( g0 h# ^9 fPerhaps they never will. |
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