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, U3 s+ g5 Q( s+ l1 q; _# I' j1 S6 sStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 \# R6 @( u5 T/ nLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( Q2 H, B! l, r+ G4 FShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, [; v- e, n9 M' C t1 u ~Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 Y7 E; N0 C: g" XNow I understand what you tried to say to me,: `2 J6 t- e4 |8 ^' Y1 n1 m0 D
How you suffered for you sanity,
# M. P) C/ j# q% q6 C7 @$ aHow you tried to set them free,
- L. X" r. s0 Q8 ]$ F! S8 LThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 R3 M7 T D6 H: p: h( x
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# V& n& |2 }- @1 @9 ^# t* ISwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! k2 D3 m' W; y1 k& u9 O& s
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & H) \) l# X I0 [2 U( }& j
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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8 A8 f# {0 A2 i+ g: YFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, : Z- l; x" [2 ` Q0 w" F2 Y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 B' J; }' Q% j* sYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
) a1 j N4 O0 c I3 Z0 B9 iBut I could have told you, Vincent,
9 i: x4 c$ G* y9 R. i& m: @This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # @- @0 Y7 F: h2 r
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! H# q# k) O, u) GFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - W/ z4 \9 ?, g
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ s9 O. I/ ?# iThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : ]2 R6 G+ l6 D7 ]* l
) X" |6 z9 |: `, v% vNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! z/ v# e# c, [0 c% b4 m
How you suffered for you sanity,4 b: O3 F+ k, g- S0 J6 K
How you tried to set them free,
4 S$ r2 i" a, p) \9 HThey would not listen they're not listening still, 3 S' B- P5 d9 U7 W6 S6 X. Y3 L" P
Perhaps they never will. |
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