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( l+ y* ]! K8 m6 U% ~Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- l' u$ ^& y4 k O8 jLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 U, }! _+ E1 n) L+ RShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: l4 _" }2 V* a: l! D- u; `9 qCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 i% I' S o- i. V& i FNow I understand what you tried to say to me,& [ P: J l% F0 x- w
How you suffered for you sanity,
, \9 P/ U4 j7 c/ DHow you tried to set them free, g* H( U! v7 |; O1 L1 N! g
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 x: S" c6 v3 t
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 q( T* e; f( tSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + g1 M% m8 O+ t: e0 f3 d+ ^
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ p1 J, |. ~; WWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 b1 {' g, O5 U) n" V4 T
# G- g/ h# o1 N1 A9 q2 K1 CFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 3 o0 O- H! V4 J$ J
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 N! P$ P5 ` j, u2 j/ v' ^. LYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 A1 F2 [6 f3 j6 yBut I could have told you, Vincent,
0 m7 f# h* W! r, r( v8 p2 I/ LThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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! E2 j( D9 k, J8 e9 g9 lStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : V/ s: i- P# J, Q5 Y9 p
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ C! S, g/ h6 o" W J0 s: d$ T" YLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& R0 l2 Q( d5 yThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " R, X' v# L/ d5 P a8 _% v
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
* _' N0 ]+ J/ n* V# \: OHow you suffered for you sanity,( I. f8 ~) X/ P# \' P9 B2 Z) ]5 Y
How you tried to set them free, 9 V' M8 Z' @9 J0 N4 D+ G5 a
They would not listen they're not listening still,
7 O5 a, f: B; Z+ {3 y6 P' t2 T9 r" PPerhaps they never will. |
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