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. O' X$ ^( X, x! P$ r6 n8 S3 FStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ g9 Q* k# ~! y# V S9 W2 [Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% ]! c- V* s. Q, F" jShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 ?) Z: h9 M, ]# B, W8 Y+ fCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) H9 h. s$ c4 X' c' [Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
[6 S4 |. j0 D" MHow you suffered for you sanity,
; h7 z6 P8 n7 K% N6 n7 lHow you tried to set them free,
0 B0 L: k; s( ^8 k2 zThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; ?- }# Q1 S4 I5 F( W2 K2 F; L+ }Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: h7 M$ T5 V* j7 Z. ^Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 H! e& A- k0 U/ D; |Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
{, Y8 B7 d0 M- n' QWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & I; L! T3 W: h3 f: P
I( F9 D. _" Y BFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 n! g" w8 }* [" N7 }Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 Y3 N: b1 q @! \ @, \
You took your life as lovers ofter do, + ]/ P( V! w/ v4 x. l
But I could have told you, Vincent,
# V$ W3 d# b! V+ N; {This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / J4 L ^5 U6 }1 t3 h7 _9 F
6 M! K; }3 T: @2 L$ u U5 P% `Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ R' @5 B+ k9 I1 zFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 y7 g0 q. k1 Q: ^4 U) y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & F0 b, W& v7 T8 a* o4 e' T' ?
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # \. I9 b5 f9 E n
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 6 w* F3 h! k4 R. F( R
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 y# S4 e# T8 n- J: \/ X* ]How you tried to set them free,
5 E3 j! j6 }% E5 P) ?; Z1 w6 ]- p$ LThey would not listen they're not listening still,
2 M% O) R( h7 L0 E |2 U7 qPerhaps they never will. |
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