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0 h; O( V+ \1 X. Y+ _4 KStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) }$ f$ V% V ?- K! X: eLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 T9 x0 B5 Y3 T
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ p" w9 o+ U/ \1 w9 P a7 I
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* I$ T" [4 n+ Y# ANow I understand what you tried to say to me,5 J) F; b. A" n7 O1 ?5 C2 H6 `8 J
How you suffered for you sanity, # |* M3 F$ J7 e
How you tried to set them free,
# o: _4 l Y. UThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' a* \# Y W# X8 [Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: v8 q- s, ?" W" a# i/ zSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 \8 o8 o) k: v- VColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( m$ ^, c0 ]4 HWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
* s e. C; o8 G' r4 \: d1 ZAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
s; ~8 G6 F2 S3 S+ V! jYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
! z$ y8 z7 }1 S8 n7 z8 h) iBut I could have told you, Vincent,
) K6 L J8 l- T3 J& B5 \8 |This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 h/ Y' Z7 S, V4 N2 ]! @: m. y! ^2 y$ ]
8 Q; l4 _' h6 ]) _Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& d/ Y! g+ U3 c( b7 K, s) NFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 c- G. G% J2 G& q/ d9 s
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ N' j' o, J' \. ~, \1 \
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
|! |+ O8 J' IHow you suffered for you sanity,
+ C% ^5 @1 {1 ~* F: r% e& bHow you tried to set them free, 7 a0 i$ h+ y0 ?/ q- q
They would not listen they're not listening still, 4 X2 b0 p6 C# E/ M2 @' l0 S
Perhaps they never will. |
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