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# {$ r' t9 S- a# A+ d4 ^& A# ]3 RStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ y0 [# d+ Y2 v0 |Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" |4 U g, }- T% V3 s( f( FShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) r# C+ k0 P4 E- g8 h% ^( s
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 u- N3 b$ E: b, E# H* n' T5 K" W
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,/ F" S5 Y7 i+ U( c6 p* d! H
How you suffered for you sanity, : J b0 S6 W# p+ [+ o
How you tried to set them free, 3 s% S6 y" x9 i: u
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 U( K, H. ]% J- c- n) h% V7 d- zStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- S* k0 P: n' Y. U& F& c5 iSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ U5 k% G9 D: n& c- o4 Z; `9 XColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. d; m* Z# Q2 S0 z# z" x! gWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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/ r6 i: f7 Z1 b- pFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, * y* u7 b4 g8 e+ @
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' t6 n8 @: ]4 J9 v& [* AYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
( K$ j) G2 ~% A ZBut I could have told you, Vincent,
$ j. U M: e6 CThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . e' s0 d/ D3 d6 m2 l/ c! g; V
6 v. g: u8 H+ r! X5 Z7 SStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 {/ n; s: g; H: N% c
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + D7 o+ h+ d% g; Y& M1 C5 _% S( r
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! C/ y' E f% M) C, T% U; S
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , ^1 [8 D' k2 Z: r5 K8 x1 W. c6 f
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
: w- R- W7 |- M' l7 B* W: i: pHow you suffered for you sanity,
8 n: E; z* a7 v, m$ J0 wHow you tried to set them free, v$ p& E% J1 ?7 K6 y
They would not listen they're not listening still,
! Y# w$ r {8 s4 t* o8 PPerhaps they never will. |
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