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# o3 r8 H9 {7 G& z* J' X4 ~! cStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + f8 k( P0 s/ H7 J; {1 g% T. C
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 f: i( i* i1 t$ h# lShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( \+ v4 U3 I8 E. B! K. q& l$ zCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 P, R, O, Z; ?0 Q9 D* \ L
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,: y, n8 u7 L8 ]/ N
How you suffered for you sanity,
F$ S6 }& d* b0 VHow you tried to set them free,
0 K* ^" a: R9 g% f# BThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / Q2 @4 J1 \& b
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, % L% b" x H+ M3 p V1 Z5 V$ [$ \
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 ^ p! N! V1 G( H: r: M/ G
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ) T/ D: | A( @. V9 d) q$ D3 T
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # p+ A) a' O9 _3 u C7 L A7 u% Q
& e! i* p( p9 G6 UFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
, x: R/ K* U! X$ R+ U) ?, WAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ p& E M" a9 m6 RYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
: |+ g' b" x! [* K; R5 R% ?But I could have told you, Vincent, ) Q! ^: l; a( M0 S: K* t
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + |: g! c0 Z1 N" i
0 F0 f4 p. e) @' j1 fStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * [0 d' d3 s5 D9 P" l( R
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * |# U6 M" E6 n6 E& [$ C2 L
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 3 q" U; }% X. u2 x; `) Y. \5 m
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * j2 y) V, u, C
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
) J3 w# E3 G Y# l$ h8 Q! pHow you suffered for you sanity,
# l% d4 u& A% S8 ~How you tried to set them free,
# Q `" h, K. g' c4 \They would not listen they're not listening still, ) T0 r4 H# c# g9 [
Perhaps they never will. |
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