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' s w& I& x9 f& GStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% `% f) Q, _4 h0 {3 y3 Z, ?* sLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 r! d: |2 U0 R L2 Y9 q$ ~: i9 TShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( E$ ]8 I+ \4 a& }/ ~Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & l: H6 E+ I" `% I1 |8 Y$ Y" D
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
% F: Z6 [6 I3 M4 LHow you suffered for you sanity, / X% S' j ~* `' i5 v2 K" X
How you tried to set them free, 6 S9 m% P1 T1 Y8 {
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* L1 H& ^6 A3 ^ V7 f lStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- g4 w. g" x5 m; b: s& d" d; `Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & c. o( C) I2 M1 _/ X+ f+ p
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ z8 m# p1 i+ P) jWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 [9 e4 k) a; W9 Y3 A% I5 U
' G! p, y9 S" b+ g- X! f! yFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 5 q5 U' e6 o L8 u' b! g0 t; X
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * K$ b: V* a6 M% G- Z
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ H @" Y( N/ _: T) Z3 o5 R2 F$ w* P. uBut I could have told you, Vincent,
9 h# F- s6 r& _4 x: p- Q5 K! @This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . a& N1 j/ X; t( i3 b; s# U
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 b' ?1 A+ t- x+ I" @1 L& l
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 V3 ~" n+ o/ b+ d: JLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! _3 V* i7 I2 @5 a0 \8 h* u( r: f6 l; sThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - P$ m$ t6 @3 e/ b1 t- H
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 @' t% W! s$ s- R6 |How you suffered for you sanity,
8 p( N+ H3 U0 ]" JHow you tried to set them free, 9 \3 o! a' {: Q q1 _1 D2 K
They would not listen they're not listening still,
, V& Y. V: s! wPerhaps they never will. |
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