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8 N3 [* {# K" t9 e8 p& fStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, q9 X) s! A* W; V5 g$ r3 rLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + p2 E* p+ ~% _( I; X
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 Z+ n5 P, ]$ A( g* x7 W( O
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 r& k% T% ?' Z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
- v; ^/ A1 }9 pHow you suffered for you sanity,
8 W% J2 b, l9 L! T6 B3 N MHow you tried to set them free, / s, Q- s3 _: S
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / E+ f. l$ m1 ?
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + C, o* _! {4 B% d J# p. K( p
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : x6 |+ _9 V0 e# z9 i( _. I8 D
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ) l k }$ {3 H; g% i
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, ! F: A& A f7 w$ S% d
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! @# O" w9 Q' r! [ UYou took your life as lovers ofter do, * ^# @4 q. b9 k# X8 u9 b
But I could have told you, Vincent,
" ]7 c B- A% Y9 t( U3 yThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 N7 d% v; i6 d' y
. f" F ^& M# e# K# u! _( X& XStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! t, s0 ], e3 [1 n5 yFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( ~( n' C) z: A! F# c" Q3 zLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 {6 |. w& L8 X6 ~9 O1 @The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ h; @( L8 i d M9 s+ n' O# }3 d
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, : A" |) y" w, i+ W# Z [0 H
How you suffered for you sanity,
' r# l" H8 }2 E/ x0 R" m# W, y$ _7 e/ THow you tried to set them free,
' e' r/ X+ M" H* J& gThey would not listen they're not listening still,
2 o' M" O4 ^' C5 J+ z: zPerhaps they never will. |
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