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+ l; V' L# B! y; a* p, \$ tStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# S; m7 r. Y+ m' }Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' ?8 h; ]5 I0 T- S1 I6 a
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* E) B$ `! r( a M: O0 q/ H9 b
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - T1 u; X5 h& q0 X) ~; ] `: ^2 v7 K
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,* @/ ]/ W0 g; g1 j# ?
How you suffered for you sanity, ; [7 A. X- U# W# L
How you tried to set them free, 4 E* Q2 x T" _9 f$ t2 @" B# I
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - I. T) E1 w" d$ W% s( @4 S
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * C6 X0 l5 ?; F9 `. Q' i z, V
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& I5 ?2 O. b3 O. n) N. hColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# N W9 ?, P2 d, vWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : l6 ~$ U/ T% {
8 L5 A7 h2 ~ ]6 V5 s& ^' I3 G9 ~For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ' g4 |/ X3 j7 {5 j
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, k3 [0 N* O4 l* X
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
: | b) }- r1 aBut I could have told you, Vincent,
' Q2 Y' w! |( W& }8 X/ BThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 Z$ p1 }. W: @9 `4 S& s: Z/ j
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( F) ?) n5 s. @ f4 H! y- oFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # ^ d3 ?+ W$ |' X6 |4 t# T
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' o3 l" \ [3 o8 h* {7 Y2 R2 n
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / o6 r. G |/ ?; U% x) S5 f
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ) @$ U5 a3 u! `
How you suffered for you sanity,- j, ?; W6 \/ i& v! T( \
How you tried to set them free,
: q# y' k$ ~% \/ I1 a( EThey would not listen they're not listening still,
7 j. o8 _2 J2 @/ _& y$ d4 bPerhaps they never will. |
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