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n* |' d" ^# ~( WStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 y- y$ i0 l9 R, u+ h$ U# F4 Z9 _* yLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; i& `8 X; D# J# \
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 r' N" V6 w0 \) q" i0 w
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) T9 \( A2 \ o4 w
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,) z* I: ?) t8 }( i" V' z! q; H
How you suffered for you sanity,
- J: U7 J& J( D/ e# UHow you tried to set them free, : {9 v# r2 Y; ?+ F% m
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 p! c9 [. b3 [. `
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( c! C. Z4 p) {4 R7 }
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * L; O7 L6 y e: X, |6 D0 n* ]
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + g" ?$ W7 D" N
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * W" X. w4 y+ J* f Y$ P; K' s. y: U
, k3 {- ]+ [9 ?) J4 |3 W2 v3 iFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, % H0 u0 ]2 A' q% p2 j7 T! O
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 I+ {. `) N$ ]* ]9 `) }! e
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 N$ K* t6 t: \, e5 [ YBut I could have told you, Vincent,
% J, M4 n% L) Q1 CThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. " [0 P' t5 P4 N9 S% N2 F
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% W8 J# H7 b; C& o6 O2 O, _Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * J: L/ W6 J3 s% `# w
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 J3 F/ i' c- p6 w
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 C. c4 S, F: t, ?; \
) J5 b4 {' K2 wNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 D0 d7 w- x, V4 {) n) VHow you suffered for you sanity,; A! h9 D( [- K: o c i
How you tried to set them free, 0 s0 [( |, \# \5 B
They would not listen they're not listening still,
. ]1 ]; @ D0 @) i9 L8 UPerhaps they never will. |
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