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" ?4 G0 T, y. G; n& Q! K; _ z. ^Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* n0 [, k" y* N- ]6 ^7 MLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & w! O2 c/ D# h. O0 M0 M& i; L$ j
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; @! ^5 a/ {( i) F. n
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" X& R0 c$ N: X' T' rNow I understand what you tried to say to me,0 h, D& o- ]" R# f6 E9 m
How you suffered for you sanity,
* X4 U9 W; Y: Q9 A/ ~& fHow you tried to set them free, + c$ o0 q1 n! t7 D+ e
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 J3 K0 D7 D0 m6 |) B# @
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 b" s( G, C& e5 w4 P2 v" iSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & r' g8 T2 i' ]) ^- I1 P) J
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # }' d* U3 E$ ^& e, P
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' W( f8 f) j- Y+ R
' U: T9 x( ^0 w( IFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
" C+ V$ H2 X/ H) pAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 ~1 k" X0 E7 T q* R1 E/ b9 D9 `2 V. rYou took your life as lovers ofter do, $ H( y+ [* b- u2 ~' b% I
But I could have told you, Vincent,
( v% \3 I" b* t% N1 yThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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0 q! U/ B! D; s; L4 }9 J; t* s, D# bStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 ]* |1 b$ L) Y
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ L2 a# p/ U' }( m3 ]# P! Z* yLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , {6 U7 b' a2 y' u0 y9 {
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , Q9 P" h( ^+ s, x
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; D. ]9 L0 ?$ N6 \8 N% W6 i
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ i2 |, y( h+ P! v4 IHow you tried to set them free,
; v. v# I8 n- x7 n: LThey would not listen they're not listening still,
4 A' l3 h. u7 [) Q" V: CPerhaps they never will. |
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