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3 h3 w( m3 w- Y' Z/ M; }, y. AStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 A6 }- O' u! iLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 ?6 C. N, f. }& h1 e, L
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, d' j4 Y/ Y, ~! B, k3 }6 S
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 k; r: m6 E! w6 W2 XNow I understand what you tried to say to me,: o. O, ~5 x2 C& x1 @' S5 x! u4 f g
How you suffered for you sanity,
. I; k$ w. x8 x0 B5 F6 S0 _6 gHow you tried to set them free,
/ D3 n0 v% z$ ^; v+ {They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, v5 B6 p2 r$ B7 W+ }Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, % l1 q$ O* M, A: O. U
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 l- d3 v" }$ D8 wColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ B* \" F0 ]4 lWeathered 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, % M- ]: {/ J1 z! I6 Q! L
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / U; r, z# g/ @- {, H) {( C6 f
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 a7 R. P0 s: Q8 Y( J
But I could have told you, Vincent, * g( K4 W s& K$ P( L
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + a* l5 b) {$ K/ P
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 a1 U, h. i0 _0 E# B" AFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
V8 {) t4 A( b# C9 U3 E2 ALike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 M& j3 E6 a& R1 {6 B9 v( ?% K0 aThe 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,
2 G O0 H: h! L) jHow you suffered for you sanity,2 k7 E" G! x! R3 Y8 D0 j2 {/ r
How you tried to set them free, , f$ {( a4 I8 @5 B: h: G D2 }5 ]
They would not listen they're not listening still, 9 g+ M2 J3 B' n3 o
Perhaps they never will. |
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