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2 o# s& ^/ K8 ?+ \! z) c& QStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! M6 U5 x) n0 ELook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 F4 `) T! i$ w S9 c
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. t! S& S$ k$ {: vCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. Z' B: C' B9 B& ~" b( H
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
" O9 @8 n- D5 a; p3 k8 [$ I/ lHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 |2 c7 ]/ E7 IHow you tried to set them free,
( I, E! n: ]& Z" r1 ^3 l; E6 D0 gThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 y/ U- ?7 j' ~0 @3 a: @
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* Y9 v/ n* O& ? }: uSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 p% \% `( n% ~, }% S
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 z7 M3 C# Y. y
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,
. a5 K! X! @1 I. ^" o7 tAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) N1 Z ? Q+ {/ S& V( Q9 H2 _/ d$ PYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 a$ `! a3 j, e. i d% p3 m9 z4 Y
But I could have told you, Vincent, 9 u$ z9 o8 O) u G2 ^! p/ d
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) P) H% v1 N# _* s
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 x1 W6 {2 G! K; w1 t) I$ ?Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- r; o, A4 N$ a: jThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . Y( j* Q: d5 j3 [8 y7 x
4 ^4 u3 \4 Q) ZNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ l: M7 t. P2 }) JHow you suffered for you sanity,
+ v; u D8 c4 w* M2 ~. bHow you tried to set them free, 4 S! k- H9 _9 w/ ?' [( l# c
They would not listen they're not listening still,
8 H0 a# I3 Q+ t$ e: ePerhaps they never will. |
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