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4 Q5 I' E& g$ c" G7 X$ l8 @Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 D" R3 V$ {; v3 A. B9 ^- z/ ~. ILook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & S; b9 l1 V, d$ Q9 U
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; l, F. G& e2 _) n0 M- `1 f6 V
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ |$ U% F* h5 d, lNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
# Z, w; j/ g9 W/ |How you suffered for you sanity, , O) N% r' F- S) `& r
How you tried to set them free,
' O. I/ z6 S+ `8 E: EThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 c* \. ]: h7 T! f, \4 _6 v' S6 TStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 d* ? o- F) j% Y- _+ T
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ C( R; i- w, aColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 B O' ~* p6 I* R# rWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 ^5 t1 ~& L6 z8 L! A- d2 v! M) o
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
& w! G" P1 p, P3 @4 @Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : z3 A* } |5 ?1 f
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ) B1 w2 b( _0 z# }7 `$ |5 |. B
But I could have told you, Vincent, % Y ~4 q2 ]8 a7 W r0 B$ ~
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 F* o: ]2 f/ O- d; _3 G9 t
' `! G8 r8 N$ \6 e w+ _5 |/ Z! nStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 e+ X* X7 o. u% FFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! i" W' }8 z" mLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, K. i. V: J6 E/ c5 j. X& T5 x
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 p* z6 d6 W* A* m0 X
& y2 x2 F+ [. I9 DNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' E5 O; I# A# t" Y
How you suffered for you sanity, D2 p6 s1 ]0 `
How you tried to set them free, . u, k4 H! I# n. k
They would not listen they're not listening still, 3 \" u4 J2 g& D( o X! y
Perhaps they never will. |
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