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* d8 M w: x' P, ]! G/ M/ TStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 E6 p* z9 [/ ~$ QLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 C3 B0 W/ F; }' r- w: }0 ?0 Z8 iShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; h3 I1 z( z, I8 G1 hCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) y8 O' O) ^5 }& P6 S
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
% a4 E& B7 e5 a" z! n/ xHow you suffered for you sanity,
! r2 n1 \4 z8 E) \How you tried to set them free,
/ M) B; \4 {+ E" [" U p* S& S! FThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - B) I& V( z; f0 Q- s. n# Y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 u5 _; ^7 t* n0 ^; X! t
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, # |( f8 u% B% `
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: q3 n! K8 K: O$ H# wWeathered 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,
/ T* m3 J( C% `$ p4 W. c. \: O* PAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 @% x- G( B4 d' _8 j
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
( H+ Y: W) V; \1 D% vBut I could have told you, Vincent,
6 X: R& v- d- f7 c6 b+ U5 ^, x, `This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ^% W4 f/ |( y( Q1 z
" m" K. U* H# eStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 ?. Q! c( S# n2 P- CFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" F \. r; g: q4 R; }4 z) ?3 D9 C( V8 cLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: _: W3 D3 J, s! |( P7 fThe 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,
2 o1 o& V: U2 i+ D0 {/ hHow you suffered for you sanity,7 J& V0 h) g1 i( L* `
How you tried to set them free, 0 Q# G0 }+ @; X) y4 I4 C
They would not listen they're not listening still, . e9 ^8 N, B& y" a2 [
Perhaps they never will. |
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