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% Z& c* N2 ~# xStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" d' b. ^8 X' z0 R! Z4 ]& U) bLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, b% b+ }! U6 c. E( b. s$ T
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ }* g' Y, ?7 P- g* gCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , s s) h [7 B1 f' e- W
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
; D8 x1 l2 a w3 c+ L. `# _How you suffered for you sanity,
/ w0 G! M% c+ i, b* y, B: HHow you tried to set them free,
- S) a6 H' a! `$ g3 T" f1 VThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 ?$ n% J0 P7 v% R5 t( Y- a% R
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 k, c& M) Y* H$ x+ r/ bSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . J+ I/ u" d! O
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- i4 ]" v% [1 L) b- m) WWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 S4 n( [: Q, q* A
' }' }5 x; e0 K p; o9 {For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 B& r- _. m9 K% |$ NAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) K- y6 Z2 Z- |' g( h9 _) K6 tYou took your life as lovers ofter do, / o8 j$ l8 I& a u& w9 Y
But I could have told you, Vincent, + Q- z) ^, d7 T) A
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , ^) y6 H& `0 H" R: b3 D/ l I
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! ]! d" r# ]- Q( T% A. g
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 [$ {2 M8 @2 z' J& D: m/ @8 m, z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 G4 O* I" n9 {, V( }The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 D, ?" t0 \+ g9 D% k) C2 ?
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, + Q1 J) E |$ F
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ n# l: k) p5 I o* {+ }' y8 _How you tried to set them free,
- R8 Y8 y7 _' o! hThey would not listen they're not listening still,
& C2 F: C9 q6 E& q# }% n/ n. cPerhaps they never will. |
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