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/ ]% J! Z5 d8 I# Z4 BStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- G8 G! u1 I+ Y- hLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ) N9 O1 e* p1 ]2 \4 b! H
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 x( \5 E1 j$ }( m/ K+ ^" U
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& s. r3 w9 r8 gNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
* O; X$ ]4 W; S3 rHow you suffered for you sanity,
+ m1 v2 W9 [& y9 u) UHow you tried to set them free,
7 t* t* U, d8 g$ g6 @They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 \. Q$ R8 ^1 e9 i2 M
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; g* _+ D( e. hSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( w }: e( Q" w- U9 e3 ]* y' F. O
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : S: T4 h! ?+ P
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ~' c7 `3 T) q1 _ l! _
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
m' z/ C s( K! uAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + v. [0 R. V2 W8 A* f. q! n+ Y/ Z
You took your life as lovers ofter do, / [" _" x$ Y; L! t9 _, p! ~ m
But I could have told you, Vincent, 9 G4 T$ ^$ n( D% i" v
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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3 M% o4 Z |. rStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ g8 i8 i* A9 c, z2 f7 { DFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 S& Y- p j) @: `
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 u7 x- \" k* I9 J; W! zThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) G) H8 f+ W6 J9 {! i$ [
. C9 P, k' y. `" ]# DNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, " B1 Y1 |( k5 D
How you suffered for you sanity,# i- K' s9 o$ ?' ^6 V* j% Z4 s
How you tried to set them free,
& @/ S' w! q! G7 W) Z+ [They would not listen they're not listening still, 6 S' Q" h5 u) s% V/ v% D
Perhaps they never will. |
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