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% n) P: ]" U3 P2 L# ?+ DStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
Z. o0 u$ M2 _. x) N0 F3 e+ fLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# d& N" `- y9 u J9 {( PShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( T3 a/ `6 T/ U5 v; y: w! DCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + P+ r. x5 W4 f( Y' ]
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,: x1 |( ?5 O5 `4 Y& q) T
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 w( [; M( N+ I* Y' CHow you tried to set them free, , G9 m: c! C# x. N7 V' p" z; [
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! o' m! h" r9 kStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 J3 v2 H# ?$ K( I; ]; qSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / @) y. B/ a+ f
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 I/ ]- Z* W# s0 Q4 Q
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . m2 X8 w+ \: `- h5 w" `
4 I" W) x; M. i# J" sFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, # p. Z% s) c% z) @
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' \. Q7 i- r$ g$ m9 w5 `4 T
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 c& T5 b7 W8 o
But I could have told you, Vincent,
! x- O: x/ i* h. ^' @( C k, y+ kThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- Q- I @2 t9 H2 v# i( T5 u0 qFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. Y j: i ` z b
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & C+ T. `7 t0 M. ?
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 c) L& n. Y: H. o3 {$ Y
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
* A" S# ]3 P8 E5 N: m& c/ @How you suffered for you sanity,3 o9 D# g, O9 n7 {# b: @$ S# n
How you tried to set them free, : o' z: Z- L, E, J$ ~
They would not listen they're not listening still, 8 d+ j. s3 |0 F% f$ O$ y
Perhaps they never will. |
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