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+ I+ f6 B8 ]2 g: V' }( N# n7 i1 CStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( Q2 J) @- L9 I2 s3 zLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
* D- |1 M5 ^5 NShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 \- H! b) m8 D% w2 j8 d5 T
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 Q. U. P( L6 ?6 c
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 ~8 C3 z6 J; G! s3 |. QHow you suffered for you sanity,
. [. u$ F5 d; e* y1 ~+ m; o: a/ cHow you tried to set them free, 9 v2 `# B0 s' c; Z
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 O* j! H! |" E2 g0 ?* }" ]
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ I& S0 M/ V' J" s9 r) t
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 o( h5 j `# B. b* WColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" X4 r8 e4 H4 `" s& O$ h6 mWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( y0 J" @) E: R) @* }
u& D6 n* @+ H! |5 VFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, " X* R( v# W1 S& O8 x0 b& o
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 u7 I& C8 u1 e: zYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
% [/ i& d; y+ R, P) @$ }, w- @7 PBut I could have told you, Vincent,
* l G5 V9 d" v! H1 s h8 z2 r9 S! hThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' m! m! h+ i, m
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 l* B2 z+ M2 r4 j& g3 M" a. e
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ L. ]( G8 d4 x gLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 k" W8 R% {& w
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 Q5 J, D( g$ L% w7 H3 J
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ) G0 j" |8 X% m2 x+ i4 F
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 C3 c6 S5 l' N4 R; L+ ~. GHow you tried to set them free, / l+ q& X2 u' {8 I$ ~) L
They would not listen they're not listening still,
- I+ b5 j! T. n# M5 [: mPerhaps they never will. |
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