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% M% F$ b6 G' F3 ]. k4 m+ TStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' R* S4 V( u y1 a1 q* DLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& O0 a+ D0 y% s$ p9 `. gShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# X- b4 ? j5 sCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 c' ~5 i8 x& ]6 h( TNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
# T+ Z2 `1 E0 A7 b/ I( p) [How you suffered for you sanity,
C' `$ c T# h7 zHow you tried to set them free, : F( ^3 i* I/ W1 A/ Z7 z: ~
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / T6 O( k2 v8 O4 C3 H3 j4 ]
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 B8 _7 r( c% o' WSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 }" Y0 C, y% h4 y" e
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% o9 h' p+ o; Z3 OWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) ?' w1 O$ \5 Z& ]7 @
: N. n: ?* t" J; Z& J7 G' uFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ \+ X6 K3 j- x$ zAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" D6 r# w& [5 N2 fYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ! T" o h6 V6 Q8 r7 E G2 v5 u" x
But I could have told you, Vincent, 4 x. L1 ? ]+ U# `
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % |/ ~7 L' S) |# T
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; @% q1 F4 M3 d# T' e4 D
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % ]2 p% m% f5 V: F8 L; S" f
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. t' O+ b- K" [" _& X" B2 Z, sThe 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,
1 X4 q* @0 F+ ]4 g- q B5 lHow you suffered for you sanity,
* y$ h8 p) ^0 K7 ?How you tried to set them free, 9 A# d$ _. p, S. T8 V0 [8 w
They would not listen they're not listening still, , F4 X/ f+ s/ ~# @1 D
Perhaps they never will. |
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