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" W+ C$ u. P. J$ F+ n0 J* j' DStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 L6 N0 b6 P- kLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( J9 p# `5 O$ q f/ x8 V; \1 @1 G
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 K3 J& b8 @. k- u2 o/ I3 {
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& t+ h% s9 H) `7 NNow I understand what you tried to say to me,. [& k, `- h% }* h% J7 ?
How you suffered for you sanity,
* H' A2 z: `: g9 V; l( D* MHow you tried to set them free,
, k7 _1 W. b0 U7 RThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! F$ y2 |2 \; bStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 F( D1 o. i0 f+ z3 LSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 X8 |- T2 ?9 P
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + y+ J2 r* j' E+ n. p C" |; k8 S9 x
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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7 s- Z- H& ^" n( @7 A( QFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 3 Z: E5 N: F2 C; U9 v! P1 t
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; A1 n* \. r- N& a4 |
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 l! J- e9 w; QBut I could have told you, Vincent,
% \ L8 c6 A- j3 d* W! A2 mThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & r" b$ J# [% N2 T6 U2 D
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 J( j* y+ ~/ a# b: v' ^+ ^. ~Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 c- R4 c% w& g& D- }Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , @3 [- {1 c+ z. F, b
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; E5 F5 @4 A# V4 z% I
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ M% B, R* U- z, qHow you suffered for you sanity,
# S* {1 o0 }: V4 O3 hHow you tried to set them free, 9 x0 {" y1 v# A# A. f I
They would not listen they're not listening still, 9 n! @( w2 |( B y8 K& P! p
Perhaps they never will. |
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