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" U- D0 v i& r4 L1 {) [Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- C1 {7 ~8 ^5 \8 j& N; X! s! u; CLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , `9 U, L! q4 \1 F- G) M% P1 N2 w
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! D s5 x& X3 t& X) o& P: x3 O
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + D. S Z9 H! P( D
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,2 I$ d1 r4 o' I2 z$ P) @% Q4 J U: `
How you suffered for you sanity,
; U- t5 R) o) h" qHow you tried to set them free, - g2 I* F4 x \; a, R# `$ e
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. @% w7 n% D1 g* I1 mStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) t, Q2 f! ]3 h. |4 y* n* |7 [' {7 USwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ V0 h' O: E/ t% ]! KColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" G$ b6 E$ m2 G+ j! I" \Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; h& o) n1 `1 L. x
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 |$ @9 Q" c" W2 X$ A! h6 `
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 r6 a+ @( O4 F+ R0 E% n
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 }' o& H6 O1 ~( ]. g1 E" A
But I could have told you, Vincent,
1 N9 z) W& Q0 a6 i8 R6 JThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 o/ _$ ~6 K R
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; A! i; g7 |) ~. }Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 }0 }6 l% Q& M$ XThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 `" R" x2 y, g- y- p
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, " E* S( q. j, p" b6 k2 O1 S2 E
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ g. U. W2 y8 ]/ \! d& WHow you tried to set them free, 6 Z9 d- B v+ s3 J& w; y. _
They would not listen they're not listening still,
7 R$ X6 v" S4 O& DPerhaps they never will. |
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