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& y2 Y1 E- q8 G) hStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 x" P, K' ?$ K: rLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & d" h+ \* B9 @6 V. P
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ R+ |9 o6 J4 S7 X3 iCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* X7 `2 ~( |, n9 W+ vNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 ~" T8 h& Z: H$ y" [How you suffered for you sanity, " S/ j8 f7 K8 W% [: O
How you tried to set them free,
- ~9 h6 R; i- E/ z7 v9 I: [They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # ]% L! S9 W( g( K+ y# d
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ [4 {* r0 Y! W, Z6 J% ]- N; ]# Y JSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; H4 J" j$ ]/ }Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ d9 m d# Y9 Q; v+ z4 I0 JWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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% J; D2 `. J( C |9 ZFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ; u! \1 d$ U; _% j- {' v
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 M% S5 h5 B0 M# l9 I* v
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 W! z) {8 P+ x& m$ ]1 L rBut I could have told you, Vincent,
# x% ]4 T1 N, I8 W- UThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 s. y) J- Z9 h; u) u3 S
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ G9 g- L A JLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ j; o) k! k1 F+ x* pThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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6 V; B, s% T: FNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, : p) x9 ~1 W4 o" S
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 Q/ ~6 {, j8 ]& {% AHow you tried to set them free, ; Q6 \; I: W( S! ~
They would not listen they're not listening still, 0 ^% p; J$ G4 ^2 G! M( Q0 }' L
Perhaps they never will. |
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