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2 H7 l$ F' Q- cStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% l# r7 ?9 U4 OLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ q! |1 u" T( U! Z( jShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, y% ?/ m" j* O/ z, E# G
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' `( y. m# g( m; m( O" KNow I understand what you tried to say to me,1 d5 h4 ~6 \ i/ `4 }% R* H* |
How you suffered for you sanity, 6 N) V/ s* `+ l5 O2 Y5 J) {
How you tried to set them free, $ A+ u9 f5 {' ^1 `
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 V. X) t/ t* Z" F9 F6 qStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 \4 Y& F, f3 A, n6 Q
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : s' }2 k' S* p5 w
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , I6 t5 ]: s8 p# h7 m( B' \; K
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . V- G" f- D9 t) j+ i/ b
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, M0 A& \# N2 r2 I( \/ G
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( w8 \! U( U- A$ e& N' j8 L0 T
You took your life as lovers ofter do, % q; {6 ?+ c& r- E5 N
But I could have told you, Vincent, ) p: _% D( F9 Y+ [. m0 d3 S) H
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 D3 R# H" @( w8 P+ }% U& C& @
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ) O' w( U5 Q/ A) [; E( L2 [+ I
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " H' n& ] M7 D1 A/ a5 w* ^/ q
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 f6 m, Q. |" j% j. I$ e) j
. p3 Q0 `$ j, U/ k# {9 X* {Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, " p/ a9 g; F, ]! S1 ^. {2 c' m
How you suffered for you sanity,) d4 N/ v3 R: `; f9 C/ a/ W
How you tried to set them free, * e9 h K ]. x" D
They would not listen they're not listening still,
6 K$ K( F- P, q0 ~# m7 GPerhaps they never will. |
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