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* l/ e; _( J, i1 ?/ O2 bStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' |* t' _2 ~ X, iLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, g! k! ?5 ^$ V8 u7 FShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ v! x6 K1 x2 G2 V% }Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & v& D0 F; q7 K, U
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,! w$ x0 A* b. n c) S
How you suffered for you sanity, ( g( t. F0 [# y [0 J" A
How you tried to set them free, 8 E6 u7 e C/ n0 k2 P! _
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* ~# Y4 ?& J' k5 G( B3 rStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 L" z' h/ x4 E% mSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 f- l9 [& s0 I8 o
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ P1 u0 ~; d7 b; ^* z( M4 m2 }% \Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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% R% B7 j% k8 W! O5 U8 HFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
, O' X" w3 M& K9 I$ {Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 ]( C; W8 `9 v" a& K& l9 p
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ; u+ B; c, }% G# ]2 q7 |- v0 ?1 ^- }
But I could have told you, Vincent, 4 X, |+ w/ w5 T- ^# b6 C
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 `) f, q! y6 \4 b' S
% p& e' B) D, i! T4 ~: z! w, MStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 j& g* `% k* RFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 a5 g7 G2 E% ~6 j% y; _( xLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 D- s5 E2 n1 ]/ M( B1 I/ vThe 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,
6 s1 j" k" D8 E6 P) RHow you suffered for you sanity,
+ b/ K- u; g2 m3 d% rHow you tried to set them free,
+ r) f4 @+ Q0 w/ ?# G3 EThey would not listen they're not listening still,
% }) k% Z- f& |8 N0 O$ P K+ M8 PPerhaps they never will. |
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