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* B$ f' | E1 ?- q+ m1 xStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 k) X: j4 L# G, C0 d6 U4 p- c* hLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # K0 q \7 k3 L+ |1 G
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 f* s( ?$ {) }* P- M
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 E1 S, Y. o3 _; b0 D
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
- a% Q6 c1 e# N" j$ r \; _How you suffered for you sanity, ) T$ x* p0 r( [' [
How you tried to set them free, # d6 C, ^/ y4 U6 l
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' }, v3 w6 k3 N/ u' r
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# U: q/ \" v6 W! Y- W' x; i% O1 ?Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, # [ C2 {5 `) Q8 l4 X3 l. _: X
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - {. v$ ?, d3 Z7 e7 T
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, c" Y- v) p; y5 Y9 f& I9 i
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + n5 y* s& Q3 u1 P
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ' X; d4 \4 g4 y
But I could have told you, Vincent,
" `# r/ G1 e, k/ ]3 x' UThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' `7 O+ o, P0 z: D- l% I. X
; ?: | _/ W. B# I+ q( ]: wStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ y) U* z, `- wFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , E9 _5 `$ a" K1 Q% U9 o
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # n( }1 r: `1 G! `5 @8 P" S# Q
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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9 X) _9 G- \6 f$ L" q) W/ WNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ( T! u4 L& E5 t9 L3 x; V% o6 c
How you suffered for you sanity,( ]" `) R/ q! m
How you tried to set them free, 3 D2 O! ~- }# Q3 |& T ^5 f
They would not listen they're not listening still,
5 K5 i! u; ~5 T! yPerhaps they never will. |
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