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8 n$ V/ l4 x$ g/ I2 M O6 ?: fStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& R! f" E+ l. }+ A RLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 k3 m9 I6 R# T/ N* U4 i. ^" HShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 p$ d8 ?( r* o/ J: G: j7 O& @2 T
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' i& ~4 |8 u, x3 T8 jNow I understand what you tried to say to me," Q8 z4 A3 Y' | s1 e' c
How you suffered for you sanity, 4 n% B7 g) ]% G: |+ C* t
How you tried to set them free,
" k4 M; W3 f& pThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ O. a8 v& m3 R: Y+ I* D
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 N$ ~8 @! J5 s" E" i# \) w. h1 I3 TSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! G* k7 ^2 I, k% f# J2 Z3 R
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 b5 }. d& `7 d
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 S5 I! E* e4 s w, y6 V2 p
- c7 h5 z6 K. B- |( hFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, U! C$ r/ Y( O! s
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) b( I2 {, V0 ]. R. EYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 O. N! z' l$ D$ O* p- L+ d" yBut I could have told you, Vincent, 9 J4 D( Z# d$ i l7 W6 l: R# g; |, v* H
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 i$ E# d6 I/ y" i# o0 {5 s
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 |: N# [! u$ u! M, w( u
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. A6 U) q- ~! L- J# C" u
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + }" c+ A/ H: ]- q" {
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 @2 k) z0 `) t4 q2 c! ?
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 1 K. M2 k' R+ H8 o4 i# s
How you suffered for you sanity,& I" P; m4 M2 W5 [, x5 {# g
How you tried to set them free, ' J. c% m! B D* k6 \$ Y
They would not listen they're not listening still,
8 k% r( X' ]# {' G1 d% ?Perhaps they never will. |
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