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& V& H8 J8 t' c, ?, V5 HStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* ]9 U! U5 H5 K+ |$ \6 [& I7 L1 ALook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 l* A* Y9 i; T; Z8 F3 i
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ @5 t, N7 P) H% X7 v5 y
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& z! l9 Z( v; b M u$ a9 W$ Y8 YNow I understand what you tried to say to me,1 v! `& U% m0 n2 B- F5 [1 z
How you suffered for you sanity,
# v( p$ f- ~; H1 K8 v" ZHow you tried to set them free, ) b2 j ?; s& S3 v$ }4 w i
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 ^/ C6 `0 C; D7 WStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / u1 U' h" F2 ?0 R
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' M. {9 a0 p- [& q, y0 n
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" @# Z* H. d! Q5 g2 o8 zWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! a% W/ e' s7 I, O6 _$ I5 ?' m
0 d; L' a& H7 `8 QFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; a' x# H5 K; V7 ~' |Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : ^+ d/ ^% h' R. N
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ; V# U# [4 ]. |, ^4 n" `0 L3 Z
But I could have told you, Vincent,
, k/ h( B& W$ r3 L) IThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* f# e9 X( W( R' w4 bFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" L4 p0 g$ |6 r0 ~3 ]) g9 H* YLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) H) ?; D8 Q; l( r' i9 u
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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2 U, ^. s; Q4 I! k$ r" h7 x7 j- JNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, / j5 e; u; c/ s& w' a6 X
How you suffered for you sanity,0 @ q \* y2 v. l1 n0 c+ N8 T
How you tried to set them free, . z2 {' f' a7 o8 q" u% D+ A- k
They would not listen they're not listening still,
" C+ M8 n! g7 ^6 WPerhaps they never will. |
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