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8 i: Z6 w! l& L+ N# o# O9 ]1 i( G, J5 ~Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, e% [' b1 I3 U! \1 s- G6 M% F
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; O4 a5 F" M! V
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 p' j. ^7 j- K' Y9 h( N
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - a- X* f- Z9 _- ~1 w
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,1 A& U6 v6 V+ y; V
How you suffered for you sanity,
) c2 I& k* w+ ?How you tried to set them free, 8 F$ |4 D0 K$ R9 Z2 S! j
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; J7 S$ q1 e4 Z. [
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 J6 ]" ^4 Y8 ]9 n6 l+ wSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# O+ A+ y" l NColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! }; G0 J' A' z8 Q
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 2 q- m9 ] r+ u: f* e
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- f3 m e3 ?. QYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 D% |5 b; }$ hBut I could have told you, Vincent,
1 o2 Q5 m5 v. b) V3 x" cThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 ^: H8 l) ~$ V" i0 P& w
- o' S' W9 t7 _ S; DStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * X0 I8 d$ j R, A
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 C' N" Y- i8 R5 NLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# g2 |) g- s! v4 Y4 i5 m4 OThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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/ P# N: V) i) l* `Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
6 r3 B+ ]6 ?9 d1 P) UHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ }- k) {8 s% @9 BHow you tried to set them free,
0 {# [2 u. i( p) R O* N% cThey would not listen they're not listening still,
; h, W/ S7 n( V- Z) f W$ hPerhaps they never will. |
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