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. l- S8 h: [3 g8 S9 ~7 i# @% jStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! X; H1 v% C7 N" b6 dLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! Z4 y+ _8 g w! N B$ m1 c4 Z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' f" B4 o, ^. ICatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. g4 |7 N, n+ R$ BNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
; B: K; K$ Q( r) s- HHow you suffered for you sanity,
d8 W, [& _. ?) j& VHow you tried to set them free,
( q" e$ C' A4 z' E: SThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + d6 W. q7 h' i$ J* B% F
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, i1 p4 m) v: s7 NSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, i, A* `# s9 S2 n3 b$ n5 e8 I, {
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 u7 L& K4 R7 ]1 w6 wWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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8 T1 |7 Z& U9 rFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 t# ~! }8 f# @: o# Z E# @
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. F3 ^: M6 B+ LYou took your life as lovers ofter do, - Y- Q- b0 M) _/ g0 \, L
But I could have told you, Vincent,
8 s, ^ P6 q4 T! V0 \( ]This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + t- ^, }- W& B1 `' x
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 P" w3 \' z$ C% H# g" a3 k: \
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - ?1 O4 \* F! c$ V2 f# b
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 N3 [# v3 B9 F9 F ?" k% |
3 ~5 c+ J& w9 ~; ANow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' O6 S4 X# `: \3 @- J0 V# h6 EHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 F' P5 ]7 V! g' G% P; oHow you tried to set them free, # c: j7 W4 M6 x# `
They would not listen they're not listening still,
& H( \" ?6 t0 [% PPerhaps they never will. |
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