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' b) A6 ^4 ?, ?+ i! ]% gStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 _5 ?; b2 o6 o5 ?! q, v5 HLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , h0 x& K) t- y: o
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: [1 n0 d# Z: N+ H+ BCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! ~ R$ ?* c% l6 z" A) A! P, T- O
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
! k: B6 Y# z) J) |* S% j& X4 Z$ {; QHow you suffered for you sanity,
" h$ P& R5 J3 e& ?( [How you tried to set them free, * v n% m o" h' A# `0 C! R
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% g8 B$ T4 K2 C6 [6 PStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* X, X }$ j" q& y, lSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 i# l5 i! d# ?" @
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 }3 F/ t% M& T! k9 wWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % F F; @$ P- m/ Y1 O: H
U8 h: J% T0 iFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 2 I/ _0 x, r+ M7 l
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, o9 P. l: u& H: Z
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 b; T# C5 k4 M$ J3 X( K/ h/ vBut I could have told you, Vincent, 8 |& {1 m( z" K3 T
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 F/ }2 K/ L' b, B% p9 B2 W
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. M4 e8 f. r% Z1 Z' G+ X DFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / z! W% t: n4 h9 h
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ h C3 D; K6 Q) S% L- PThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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[- p: \& K4 F" oNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% W6 ~& ?3 d/ k' \How you suffered for you sanity,/ \# ~/ G/ Q" k
How you tried to set them free, : f/ F2 |# F* M3 G9 l3 X) L
They would not listen they're not listening still,
/ d! N3 f6 e* c4 J6 X. S- E" TPerhaps they never will. |
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