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" V6 \0 N; A) @! ~* n1 yStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! h9 v- \$ |$ s/ p' z d+ _& M3 u. X; CLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! W8 _# B, Q: P3 ~- |Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 I9 v( o( K# w. t, z$ TCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) r- M- {4 d+ V; G1 r. N3 I
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,$ F1 t8 f" C# t2 K% l3 X# V
How you suffered for you sanity, |( ~$ U8 G1 \6 L, N# r! j
How you tried to set them free, 9 d1 o* \3 r1 u! o( ?
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * N2 ]4 f. M+ G
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( ~; h+ ?1 c0 k3 D; }3 F3 _- K* nSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% L+ \$ m4 O1 g u: k/ Q4 }* ]Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 o1 [, D. Q$ sWeathered 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,
4 z. J# b# o. nAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 b- ~7 L; W, f. T) DYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
" T/ n: X, S5 ^! N2 v, |) VBut I could have told you, Vincent, 3 `4 K6 u0 L k$ Q# z
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 H2 M; \& v' P1 @
% t" X8 i; q+ j3 O( I6 e: uStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) Y$ f1 K* P8 y7 o; x
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 Q, k4 E) N, p# i; S% W+ W# r
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * y' |5 J: D5 T- t$ ?. I. x
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 \% y1 c- c+ z$ k
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
D x- J: X3 l0 M+ v1 l! d1 zHow you suffered for you sanity,/ Q1 I3 \( H9 P
How you tried to set them free,
# ]- A: O; k4 {; tThey would not listen they're not listening still, , B4 v3 I- d% Y, E" ]
Perhaps they never will. |
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