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$ {6 S7 h& _* H) m' u! C& eStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 U- N( g0 k3 E2 T+ o: iLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 L* ?! N* B5 EShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 U j J2 _9 f% PCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * m8 G e" u; j, u; K" A( q- C
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,5 X' c8 ~6 a) d% L8 G& m5 r. i+ Y6 Q
How you suffered for you sanity, ' Z+ `- P7 F0 i/ a5 l0 y2 C/ Z) i
How you tried to set them free,
0 d# W) o6 {7 F2 [( i+ zThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 D. q5 }1 G. n+ \ EStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 n4 g% Q v2 z* U/ x
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; E$ C( ~. B8 U' M0 u; m$ Y* bColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / A* Z2 T- N d
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( k( u4 W. i% {6 ]
! R; }/ \# w- }- eFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
! D7 J% v1 G$ Q' s4 O$ E4 _. NAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : Q# s8 m w2 K$ d$ |! x0 D7 H
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 \2 H0 {4 f' O5 G: ?But I could have told you, Vincent,
: U! `8 B1 ?8 L' T$ s% KThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. " w- u8 J# G. b. J
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # r) O6 U% U: [' c
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 { `2 R+ v( p4 S7 J1 s$ K; l& ~
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ e' A3 X4 E+ h* I `The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
- Q7 ~( \: s; B8 C* ?/ i& X. F+ ?! wHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 ]6 @0 p/ t6 C" ?0 N. ?4 R+ }How you tried to set them free, . {+ _9 d! D4 A" q5 N; ?1 `
They would not listen they're not listening still,
! l2 ~2 t7 @. bPerhaps they never will. |
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