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3 o9 p; w/ f' S! dStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ R, z$ M& V5 H0 E& }" o2 sLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
) d. |1 R# r4 A* ~* R/ lShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 P9 i8 h1 C# A' E, nCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
5 j3 s# P/ Q7 T0 c; QNow I understand what you tried to say to me,( z7 j0 j5 ~) ^. [2 p( z$ J
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ {+ k; y+ s4 e7 T ]6 t3 x4 QHow you tried to set them free, * A4 J/ O J7 T" {3 W
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 o! n- k! }% {2 r0 O- Y$ k0 n
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 Q& m/ c; F) s+ V# {* R& oSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 t7 t; o. U7 U2 l/ VColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ v8 n: l) g3 G+ ^
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - E6 V2 x2 E# D- W( G/ K/ v( r6 v
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
! ]! b0 N: s; u% A* N$ XAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 f2 }( t9 `! b+ UYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
- c, F. ?5 O k9 yBut I could have told you, Vincent, ' n1 e- Y6 B" [) ^
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) v. q9 h: e3 s) F, M+ ?
. t- \4 w2 O+ v) [Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) M( Y. W1 g2 J4 }3 J% \# N
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. Q% |) F4 w( c8 X' M$ o, w: {3 A
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( r' Y# \- I6 i
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,
6 l4 Q2 w" X- n4 qHow you suffered for you sanity,
5 z2 l& c ?% {, ~- GHow you tried to set them free, ( W6 j5 [ O1 U8 X- J+ ]
They would not listen they're not listening still, % T1 h- {: Z0 W
Perhaps they never will. |
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