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' B; x" ~- P4 T) P) d3 U' xStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" c' ] ~0 O: ]! [# y8 JLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' w& X3 C0 C) K+ s$ t
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 I; W1 A- S$ b9 yCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) o8 W) [1 B6 y1 \6 E3 p& ENow I understand what you tried to say to me,
, T9 j- s' N2 VHow you suffered for you sanity, 8 ^- c0 I' l7 o
How you tried to set them free, 5 v u w% X, D& \# G
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! V% Y* H2 W- G2 ]/ Q- V1 a/ Z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! \- \' D, Y' ]7 J
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 i5 @& k1 o/ U( {: ], ?4 NColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + r* v7 E. ]: a/ H1 S- W3 G
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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! |( ]8 Y! R+ g) n, e! \' o5 _For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
2 X! e/ B! L4 d% HAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 U' X m. j( x$ G$ q; vYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ( x) M6 A. f8 l3 h) r& K: i
But I could have told you, Vincent,
% u3 `9 R8 }* C; SThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; c+ A: f( J* j
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 Z6 E* O8 ~/ ^! r$ }Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& g0 X5 F/ }$ h8 P i5 qThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 |; }% Z# K4 P- s0 ?7 l
^ D9 o ?9 E, f$ aNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
8 M& w- U& D9 h) ~How you suffered for you sanity,
! L0 k1 \% f6 p6 S4 pHow you tried to set them free, " T; V7 Y J9 |" s
They would not listen they're not listening still,
1 A; L5 u4 d/ `7 J% Q! L* PPerhaps they never will. |
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