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' V# _# _0 Q6 F3 q iStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& d+ T. S3 F: tLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 P' v9 J& m I3 I" X
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 H7 M, d! {" ?/ Y- b7 ]8 I9 r, bCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% @' Q# i/ B' G( T- \Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
- q* W: |6 p2 [0 F# M2 DHow you suffered for you sanity,
# _) F# _9 r! p3 h5 BHow you tried to set them free,
% Q/ M7 Z; q- Q' UThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 m, _. G$ P" F: C( E, cStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! E$ t; d5 e) l- j: f9 s
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) F) n: ~2 {3 p# x# V6 @1 O( gColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( A& u% K% N5 }+ b; G7 dWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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& r' j! Q4 m0 V2 c+ O% MFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, $ Y, t* S7 V3 b* ^
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # m8 u- b! g; Q& t# ?
You took your life as lovers ofter do, $ E1 i7 B, D$ y' l n0 m
But I could have told you, Vincent,
: S3 m( Z' r3 v4 l6 B, r) i: H8 hThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( k2 a* e( O' L/ Y. D
$ i! [) p1 ~0 t8 pStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + w; q6 }; Z5 U$ c/ y
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( p4 R5 ?8 g% x# F
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! O$ C- ~+ ~# l/ z4 b' p* e9 D2 r
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,
' j; O2 H! C! HHow you suffered for you sanity,
- k+ U$ {2 _4 [How you tried to set them free, ) X& I( r$ \; Y$ s% R
They would not listen they're not listening still, % e: U, o/ K) a& Y! q/ ]# h* N
Perhaps they never will. |
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