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3 q, V7 U: ] L* h; N) aStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! U( ]8 F! Q. l3 ]' r" g9 MLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 a2 x. g5 u0 t o k# O3 w7 B' W. fShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 Q' F; a/ J' _ |7 ]. I; ~Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ \1 G' M q$ O( DNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 X+ y* n5 n8 v7 G, dHow you suffered for you sanity, $ r# ^8 |, A3 E5 u9 n2 a: g
How you tried to set them free, & V9 t2 R: v* }$ u- x3 R# U' j
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; }& R0 q9 c- J y8 V$ b5 pStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! J; m; v; s8 _- H6 e
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% A1 ~' g& K( P! Q; AColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / n! V. H" W3 c! G" t
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) c+ Q1 r/ V6 C# Q# U. v0 _* r7 K6 v
8 m% M" {- D& L1 p# a2 @For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 x5 ^% D( ]8 q3 F' X( g( P9 U5 w2 CAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) s1 b2 m7 B( r( I( V9 DYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ; y5 `9 [3 E* ~
But I could have told you, Vincent,
# r/ r& |& O7 w) C+ dThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , } ?, U8 d% s$ ?& k5 _8 J
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- C0 T( f3 r% M0 R# u ^6 a/ @9 rLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# ?( X- M# j4 @ y) J1 KThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , }% G$ ?! M$ _7 x" x
8 [* d# g% Z" q' fNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; R# B$ ^: j/ K% |8 B# z
How you suffered for you sanity,0 ]& {' A/ W* J& j( Y5 V- A
How you tried to set them free,
5 e7 u; x/ _! R! v/ aThey would not listen they're not listening still, 6 O; f& |+ L9 F. l$ }* R
Perhaps they never will. |
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