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$ J! P: n; ^. g2 B8 F7 a3 p" p" xStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# }1 Z0 F e! T! [9 zLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ h$ z6 u% j! a9 J" Q( ]Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- k [0 }" E% m# C- f# X
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 C. S! }% Y( a$ X/ Q4 {Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
. P* L7 q* S, D5 ^( KHow you suffered for you sanity,
) {6 d5 B: r! X- THow you tried to set them free,
9 G5 i$ e) ~& q L5 m! DThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( L; y. p; K3 b+ ?$ \
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ r6 K! m) Q' m" [7 uSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- T. |0 e. r2 n5 s* U# kColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 l: `. U$ l$ Q# T! [
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ( j8 {! j/ x( i5 W& ]8 m
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * e3 R! k4 L: q. k% l
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
* Y3 J) T6 j: ?2 M' JBut I could have told you, Vincent,
. Q7 F5 z* |4 m% {+ B( u) s# qThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % w! g: c) H2 S0 D& F
. F7 ]" y, n0 c, Q# G. c7 B" N, C- ^Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : Y2 O+ e3 ~# q: H
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( E/ e- u5 M5 U# Q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* k% |( i6 q1 B( G1 i3 Q, ~! R2 VThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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; ~0 @; O8 I" Z/ `Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 0 l" I, m7 S8 x0 v
How you suffered for you sanity,9 q* p* b: J# m- o2 k
How you tried to set them free, ; w1 f0 V' a) V% m+ j4 e! W
They would not listen they're not listening still,
5 l) _8 V2 E- D' O0 M$ ?Perhaps they never will. |
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