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* L8 L+ q, f% i7 rStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " A5 ^/ ]. d: |5 `0 [* h; w1 r
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
) d7 u y1 B4 E6 i& xShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) m; z4 W0 T! X7 i' W% p0 |0 CCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % E& t5 P# X: f8 Y& o
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,9 Q* e5 X5 c9 D! i2 y& m
How you suffered for you sanity, 6 C$ i" x' X- k7 w2 h) {& M$ w
How you tried to set them free,
( ]9 T2 c4 e* e% u6 S( \They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# Y! w/ G1 p. p4 v1 D& mStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 R% }. A( S9 i9 k* j6 _% r! X0 Y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * a2 l' |: @+ `( z5 `; [/ R& m [
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & ~2 a G" s' {1 S7 T3 ]2 w
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & E) u# E/ |) I( x9 C
- _- R' _) w6 Z% p; VFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
% N, e2 O; ]; Z- _5 oAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 C3 W( ~, i7 B8 Q! n5 xYou took your life as lovers ofter do, . t+ v2 [3 d- j8 ?2 e8 B6 `
But I could have told you, Vincent,
% Z& B# @+ K" v8 Z, aThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # K/ C3 l' N( ~; ?$ R7 y
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 |) t- `' u: H) {9 f$ fFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 c8 I6 J: e- ]9 E8 PLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 Z% A3 t/ s+ {8 J, Q4 _
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,
" ~! c# a& f* z& H4 \3 e+ X: ^How you suffered for you sanity,
- H1 k. b2 k* c+ hHow you tried to set them free,
5 `( E% z0 N2 F& X; W+ D" @ yThey would not listen they're not listening still,
7 e$ C, w' d5 `( P2 ?$ H% |, RPerhaps they never will. |
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