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" U% q+ |% W+ @! B- l8 w7 CStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 t2 f1 u4 c4 X4 u' Q4 @% oLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# C( \. z: f( y v6 |% u f" KShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 l ^. Q! |. ]2 E* V2 ~* qCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & d( i2 O6 m2 k! P1 X" O- i
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,/ l* Z4 g- \4 R# h
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ c9 B, `$ |# ?9 A+ LHow you tried to set them free, 2 `) v$ x. L. O! A% L
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 M9 j% b0 |: q6 ^/ y0 EStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + B2 s% w2 [- D9 n0 [
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 q5 Y8 |9 P) VColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% a& O3 ^% { {& n+ yWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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) x: R2 n' o3 `# O3 GFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 4 ?" l( T+ G( A ]) v# n& @8 \9 G
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% H2 M; ~4 Q6 HYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ l* I' y5 J) {But I could have told you, Vincent, ; x1 F, p+ ~- _& H O* t+ ~0 H
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 ^, A% Q9 G& s# R; B& i" @
. }7 y# k; e1 s" O/ g+ YStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' O/ I" d' b6 D( ?7 z- {' H- ZFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! j) m, p# n7 Z+ W, X2 g
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 U# r. M0 ~# p: {2 \' X5 l& c
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. a# Y3 X6 O' _; g) R
- F6 _8 F- @9 G p/ _, r: `Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; c Y+ ?: r3 K$ c! n. qHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 R0 H) O# \5 ?- f1 m$ f. eHow you tried to set them free, 5 P$ ?5 G1 t8 A
They would not listen they're not listening still, + s; E4 T! s8 Y" b: o" F( _* M
Perhaps they never will. |
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