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0 A7 M% {( {2 N; Q0 C% vStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 Z8 u! A4 O+ CLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 l$ ~, N0 ]% M3 [3 p
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( E6 ?3 t4 v$ H, yCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; M! L Y4 ?; \# S+ }8 X4 ^
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 I: ]/ S* U9 S6 GHow you suffered for you sanity, / ~3 n8 X# E4 f/ @4 W( l
How you tried to set them free, . P9 o# K$ s5 _
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: l" H* N+ |9 K0 G4 t, ]Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; v9 w$ V7 T& K, F, r) F6 m; j( wSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! J9 X! s6 O/ ?* w6 j ?Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' f6 A0 f7 N p( hWeathered 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, A: i: J8 |7 K* A, I+ }# b
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 g) t" M! \' X9 L; y3 W( |You took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 Y n- c3 r0 b( k- G% R4 d N3 L$ I
But I could have told you, Vincent,
; Z O3 H ^& z* V1 `4 V% VThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! K0 |# P6 o& Q& F3 Z
. E$ I( I2 B2 XStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / l9 d3 f7 p: {5 {; p
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # x4 @( n# @" a$ Y! i
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 F1 ]8 C6 G8 V9 HThe 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, 9 t$ P C& \9 H& w
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ E# h- f" t" b3 b! AHow you tried to set them free,
. r/ e/ {: Q, m4 nThey would not listen they're not listening still,
& x5 Z, H3 q" ]) E* p1 }Perhaps they never will. |
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