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9 T$ e3 d" P( q: G' C9 g- SStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) {9 k( W* B2 ?* { X- ELook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, y8 w: |3 y( J; P
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 S: w" `- ?" K4 ^( W4 v" U, @
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 x" I8 G M4 U% r$ i5 k0 n
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,$ a% b* V9 H$ ~4 p& b0 U- V7 v
How you suffered for you sanity, & J! G+ B" W8 ~7 j E+ M8 q9 }
How you tried to set them free, 1 ]* `: z3 x1 k
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, x! J) g1 }5 K) yStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & z, w; L2 x* ~3 B5 d( n z2 b9 H" J
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % W2 J: S) l% v. w5 \; o
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& P, }' o: o( ]& N% M% E$ JWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 e' s- H$ j! t& w) x
( @3 C& n. d3 c+ p/ gFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
. a2 }: }% s' U! AAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 J9 P( d, N' Q1 i2 c# g7 EYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 i) y2 n/ w, CBut I could have told you, Vincent,
& G! d% i( [7 CThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 L1 g1 P, n9 [ t- y' x/ I
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 p8 x( D1 U0 G* dLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# s+ M7 h( P! `& b0 iThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 n8 e9 S8 i3 j n; s0 C
# r8 J Q( f+ F; y9 _) |+ C; `Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 5 }+ n( J% K8 M. k
How you suffered for you sanity,3 [8 F+ f; `8 D7 t
How you tried to set them free,
) P" W8 W0 l" E/ iThey would not listen they're not listening still,
8 c7 o( w# |9 _# L( YPerhaps they never will. |
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