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4 z: {$ `% q: n0 {7 T' AStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. v) v8 b9 Z- R( ]. [9 nLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ P5 d. {: e0 s2 v2 A8 X! H
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ \- A: ?- p% m ]; O4 v
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! T! g' n; R2 s0 u0 }" M( KNow I understand what you tried to say to me,& E' C$ G- Q/ _7 w7 \, e( K
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ ~/ z$ r0 }& f) B8 j9 I0 AHow you tried to set them free, # {% M. e: S, l* o
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 [0 h" a0 V! Z$ P( L; s& P9 fStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* l2 {. g/ e4 D& A& u1 p6 a) }Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + h/ I; g; Z4 M3 f! U
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' ?$ {$ i0 m$ z6 A1 v
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - S1 Z- Z0 T" x' L9 \
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, : k6 C$ G: s# @- o4 ~" B
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) B! e. ]4 c! @) H5 VYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 j8 `5 O9 v8 H" T, c. w) rBut I could have told you, Vincent,
# C4 x: v( F5 Z) jThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 {2 Z1 x+ l1 _9 ~2 Q; n
: [* m( F0 u# h. \Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( ]( {$ l/ W9 P6 i. {( o
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 l1 R& I' b5 T# T0 ALike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / f3 f" r9 j: O. R* H+ N( {8 g4 H
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 e& E# a8 W! `# U" X+ }
9 I9 k! k ?4 z( J% A3 R# B0 ONow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 6 j2 I# D$ k- W3 v/ N+ G
How you suffered for you sanity,; t+ t" F0 O2 S6 |
How you tried to set them free, / i4 E8 o2 l- L, j$ o$ q
They would not listen they're not listening still,
( b( z# e. n$ U0 d, w0 ?Perhaps they never will. |
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