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) l1 c: S1 x# L( N4 `4 ZStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 k% a7 s8 B! Q. n! V: T! FLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 x& E: M& r: }
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
n# z# b6 Q5 J# W2 d& W' h5 `# ~Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / v4 A; \2 a! \) _9 r
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
% Z$ t# ?' A3 W2 S* VHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ _4 t, b2 M( d0 u% q0 PHow you tried to set them free,
: \6 y# F% S8 w6 W/ n. XThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 r5 s9 B* H$ y! F P! b1 d3 AStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 L% ?- t5 \6 M8 v' _& d2 x6 q# U
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 O( c; u1 |9 z
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- H" g3 P; Z" t5 e5 h# J; BWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 z. ~- p( t$ @( p
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, " |5 O' l/ r, z6 s1 `
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ~, ~5 n5 }# A ]( p
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ l5 B, L* J/ R/ S. D; ?! P5 dBut I could have told you, Vincent, % M; u: Q: O% t& r
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ]$ |# j' R# S
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + j" n. J- O* y. n
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 f, n) C) j3 S+ Q/ p" @# BThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 Y1 B8 b3 L2 d
0 @+ O: G0 a Z% q* p. W& S ENow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 5 v( w6 b9 N. u
How you suffered for you sanity,
. ]& S8 |2 j' {How you tried to set them free,
5 q8 T) u. [. H( X! F7 m0 @They would not listen they're not listening still,
: M6 X4 Q& T3 a4 @" Z6 J% ^Perhaps they never will. |
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