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8 F2 v, e1 J" r# [- IStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 R* [1 Q a( nLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 2 T/ M# c, Q1 d6 [7 {8 G. l2 O
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' f8 C6 Y/ G QCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 @9 o9 }& _! A. k2 D( s
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,0 b& f- [3 o$ [* @! P* C
How you suffered for you sanity, & E! F3 j$ _$ w$ ?; F5 {
How you tried to set them free,
+ J0 n2 _7 I+ d7 _5 M! l* oThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' j) k& q! M% R- R0 E& g
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 ]: A* `+ Z7 I( G: SSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ e4 b( q: T$ \8 JColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* ]+ r) }' b: L6 y8 A' SWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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- P3 c, l+ C" O: \ i& IFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, # U. C" ` D$ J$ Y& J
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 t5 g1 `: M- ?% F ` u
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
( i) k4 j2 H' Q3 Q) ]5 v* GBut I could have told you, Vincent, 7 F4 A! ]6 j( `. {6 t0 k& [
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 y* F, v5 {& U& C8 u$ ]( G; o
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 b m6 N" G. @3 c+ \Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- i/ \6 y+ | {' |% a. c4 {Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ ~0 _: x% f* o& v. _# sThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 F; t, t8 i N
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
) y* i9 {8 B9 B/ O$ `: K) zHow you suffered for you sanity,$ `7 U w( m0 \( T5 w8 ?+ i
How you tried to set them free,
. }4 J5 {! [+ FThey would not listen they're not listening still,
4 u' L, h4 `* e6 R e. {, J% KPerhaps they never will. |
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