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4 A8 t1 V3 ^& ?( B2 J* NStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 L: ^$ h! W9 e' R9 h1 g
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ D" n6 @5 {2 D# E9 F. ~+ e& OShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; N$ t* E' A& I9 ?- ?, _. hCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 W9 N- F* l& s$ a8 W
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,. E9 h8 J& _$ |7 N, T
How you suffered for you sanity, ; d( t6 |4 S: o# |/ b" ~& p, o
How you tried to set them free, $ n3 b( E6 q; a/ p
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " y' U6 G1 c; v: a/ ]1 m
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; v+ S# i5 K, |/ x5 D
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; l- ^: x- M. i" l, S3 U6 B3 J
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 g, Y5 u- w. o7 J
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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6 h9 x; N9 v8 ?6 m& K: _4 }2 ]! `For they could not love you, but still your love was true, $ v; h/ Y7 k% V! M
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 k& ?/ M; c+ _' V5 F
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 w1 X* ^; S+ `But I could have told you, Vincent, + R5 `- ~/ ^9 N x4 H0 r
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. K' s* u" T- J: |, x8 q; @9 O& u. ~
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 p* R5 W/ R4 ?3 T* I6 H+ iFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" a# W3 l. z) Q$ oLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 c% K8 ~* S2 D3 l! ]9 \/ x& P* v! C4 _
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 n, G7 \$ F6 c) @How you suffered for you sanity,3 x3 I* G# p0 G9 S" U5 ~: d3 f
How you tried to set them free, 8 v' L& M* U! G! R$ i; P4 q
They would not listen they're not listening still,
8 U+ g6 ^* {: w; Y* zPerhaps they never will. |
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