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! z# @6 x$ K4 _5 ?2 ` MStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ C2 b$ h; } u, Y3 wLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % U) n( B7 S/ w9 v( J$ ]
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 A" a- H8 Z2 O" n
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * g* @$ C0 Z+ `9 [5 y/ j" d7 c+ T
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
# r) A% K6 @# E2 x7 \% H f! W& DHow you suffered for you sanity, 8 E1 ^2 v) V. p
How you tried to set them free, 6 M% z! B9 t* Q. p
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 P+ a* ?0 M. ~( ?7 M1 BStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 ~0 b' t+ ?# k+ h% u; C5 c$ J
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% j4 {4 O( ~, P: WColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 J4 g1 D M) G! l; X1 fWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 b2 |0 d/ h- r m0 A# H; J0 w
4 v. V2 E2 A5 E" yFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 r1 ` ]8 }; `- M+ BAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # o6 f8 g( c$ S" o
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 _# m: a, c$ M# {0 G( \7 ]- B" E
But I could have told you, Vincent, 8 V o* [; P/ V R
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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8 ^* ~1 k- }# s/ M5 EStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , A: ]: h0 j1 F8 o! m
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 _9 l. v( d" SLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 [0 e5 u, H5 D# f5 q* R q
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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6 O( S$ P& z/ B$ X6 D, j8 CNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; I& E* s/ ?8 D- k# Z! XHow you suffered for you sanity,& @0 w5 u! b( @9 c! L
How you tried to set them free, ( }0 X4 u; Y" c* p3 _2 r
They would not listen they're not listening still,
( ^# W! L# ~ F; i6 l6 }Perhaps they never will. |
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