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* Y: L+ [# J1 m, g" U! l7 gStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, P: ^6 P% E% Z2 r" F
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. A" M; B" Z. b' [Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% e6 E* b& E, |+ L' X
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ {7 [4 r! h) u9 O0 c0 cNow I understand what you tried to say to me,) V0 i2 k/ O4 K2 l0 f; u
How you suffered for you sanity, ! a, E+ a$ F7 T( X+ ]4 B
How you tried to set them free, 9 C0 g I% b) k/ @) F0 w. S
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 X3 w& j0 ?6 n8 ]5 K9 L) }Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 z7 Q" }7 |! _) [( k3 c W
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / `+ J) k$ \0 E3 \* Z
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % s- `) x6 t' H- G
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 W% x. X0 w) T; P" ~8 u
% b; u2 f2 y% a( `" mFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
( H$ r2 i/ ]7 k% H7 i) t1 `8 V6 @+ uAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 L( [6 h' T) q8 m) ~+ Q( v
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 n; D" I8 A: A2 ]$ Q# x
But I could have told you, Vincent,
& |$ Y& X$ Q, ? m# O7 i& H0 F+ ?This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % E( Z0 R6 z+ j( o$ P# s
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! e) k2 b" D( O. J( X4 e9 fLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # J( d9 ?# R' R; u R; L
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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+ Q d8 ^- r- v# O, |Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ( k: |- q# H3 u* s) [& |
How you suffered for you sanity,9 n. U+ V" B; t, e/ g: D
How you tried to set them free,
! X4 Q8 t( t' j; P/ f+ AThey would not listen they're not listening still, V6 E6 p: q' Q9 h( x
Perhaps they never will. |
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