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4 S* _+ l2 m7 `8 Q g$ g6 TStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! S3 R9 m9 k5 i. ^* ~; B0 ZLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . V+ t; B, {7 p% i- X5 D- K; G
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) C$ k( G8 `5 \8 TCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 e9 P" }8 ?1 YNow I understand what you tried to say to me,8 K1 K; m8 S: Z! w3 ^
How you suffered for you sanity,
( T; p* c7 z1 B6 A. \How you tried to set them free, ) E2 A G0 Y/ ~4 I: `
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 L3 n% h; }% _) X7 h
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
B! O+ s1 b- _4 \+ n$ uSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ z1 b2 t5 t e; S* g5 D9 XColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ H$ ?' ]+ ]" \$ M; |Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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8 u1 }$ d1 @: r6 xFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 2 u2 x& e( p9 k' ^! h- c; o' C: b" u
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 R) P4 D9 L' K( k9 D" v8 Y, Z
You took your life as lovers ofter do, % }$ t( k/ f7 A% E
But I could have told you, Vincent, 5 x7 W+ u2 g5 T( l2 M9 s& C
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , h& F) d* O( p* W! f
( ?6 C6 d0 Z0 yStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , h9 m4 L ?4 j1 Y+ ]- L( Z+ |
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 R. w/ D( z- t- f4 g/ N6 t
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( P9 `8 @ j' Z3 _# I1 n
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) a9 v- s; w3 d3 M. M5 a
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' C. D' p8 J! r7 v- n1 M9 mHow you suffered for you sanity,
* f; f. [4 y) J4 |' w' vHow you tried to set them free, % Z* O3 ?7 t: P' e: `0 ~
They would not listen they're not listening still, 9 {1 o. ]# X( v6 f( h, m% d" u
Perhaps they never will. |
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