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* `5 C& Z3 V3 }% _8 n0 x9 PStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# m' _2 r; Z6 O( j! s- v$ {/ ~Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 R" l C) r2 k% jShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' i9 J/ R9 R; T C8 e
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' b0 ?/ V& S1 E5 LNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 ~1 n/ V+ J( bHow you suffered for you sanity,
! W6 y Y O9 ]" T" cHow you tried to set them free, 5 ~7 z8 J. _2 h; T0 j4 h, G
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% |& `1 A5 f/ `1 iStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 q1 }/ y, Q" {) r h/ lSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & j v2 }; B; j
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" c; R$ K) o! X. y/ rWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # S2 |# c. A" { r
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: G% D1 b) r8 m( ]* o6 @) _& f9 L1 OAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! q5 U2 l& @/ B( ~$ C9 x: q. y. l
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
% }8 s! ] T" ^, R3 A( TBut I could have told you, Vincent,
* V( L( s/ U, q* W7 d. oThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 N; |2 s1 ] p/ M' QFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 J" ], _! _3 m. V/ e) aLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 A/ A, G: p) D& o6 w
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # |% s |% _8 x8 f6 O& M- T
& b( Q( e& t. ZNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, , b$ L2 t$ v" y9 C% t/ Q
How you suffered for you sanity,( F' D9 U3 M5 D" i0 M+ A* g: X( o
How you tried to set them free,
. o* W5 q6 g# W7 {; Q8 FThey would not listen they're not listening still, 1 T& J5 d0 _ [9 ~. o o: x0 h) e
Perhaps they never will. |
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