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" I) \3 L* r% T' F9 ~ x0 U4 c5 EStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: ?% I, b4 p$ ~$ WLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 2 O' P; t+ ?. Q% w6 w
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 O4 a* m& n! t
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
d3 p/ E- A' P% QNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ Z: K8 z' U. h3 j: L2 }9 m0 b! @How you suffered for you sanity, ; N) J" v/ ~: ?- k- R
How you tried to set them free, % L% P* _/ s& U% d: E
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 p9 n+ j/ \% gStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( V7 n/ s3 K1 I
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 G+ w, T4 p) W. W7 S
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ v! y! k2 `7 x3 IWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) l7 E; c4 D- s( T
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ! X: Q% a6 r$ ?
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 H6 Q9 V# ?( |/ ]- [You took your life as lovers ofter do, ; j0 W J6 o n, R+ S! i
But I could have told you, Vincent, + p1 }1 h. Y- p/ n( y& J. h6 _
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
6 i% X* o: h* K e5 U( Q% ZFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & C; i5 w6 H+ v$ n; Q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 _! c$ b0 J4 O4 E8 \The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 H3 g1 E8 B* j7 ]
% m- q& o% F( ^; c2 d5 f4 bNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 Q+ D8 i6 X% u9 \# J/ wHow you suffered for you sanity,+ V' A# _& q& l
How you tried to set them free,
# t' ]4 H# \# j* XThey would not listen they're not listening still,
- c& m. F2 z) n$ J! ]Perhaps they never will. |
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