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3 c* {! T# k" D, p' h: A( V; UStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! Z! S3 i/ m7 qLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ) q) U8 c, U: d; e% N
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
o- c. n( v3 O* k) WCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 {( i; I: `; p; Y0 |" TNow I understand what you tried to say to me,8 {+ V* N3 G3 ~
How you suffered for you sanity, 4 ~/ t5 b% |+ r0 [
How you tried to set them free,
5 p$ T0 S3 M$ I2 |( aThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + K: l8 f- n. V! N
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( v( W# ^% y4 ~! h
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* d$ `& w" P% ]1 O% tColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* ~) w% O; k5 \% N6 QWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 C3 j4 |, a! ^* w$ [. G: t
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, % ^' a% [* O! I1 @" P
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 H" y' k3 u4 Y% A5 WYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 q4 |# F; _& g0 I
But I could have told you, Vincent, + d6 j; c; b. c( n" Q' ?
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : }' s! @/ Q: `
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' C9 i M' T1 _0 U/ M, VFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ) h. {2 x# E3 o+ Q( t% ?
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( Q, ^* Q( y6 b0 L( t j4 T+ xThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " C8 T! k+ m+ R; N2 `; i" M
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
v5 p& \* p& n6 h: BHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 u7 L( W/ `* O+ e+ r* uHow you tried to set them free,
' l; d" r! Q9 N. y, v4 y) {: S) uThey would not listen they're not listening still,
) l d# v: i: [" NPerhaps they never will. |
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