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( L# X6 K8 _* g E I+ T& FStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 W% c4 B% l/ I6 \Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ V4 v- |: X) d# e) IShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) M3 C V) n: ?* m
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 h5 }6 @6 D" c, \7 l% oNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
" H& j# m$ ~' \" sHow you suffered for you sanity,
, T# U, h# x o$ }' h+ K- RHow you tried to set them free,
# G; w& G. }+ O1 p) L- x7 KThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 f u8 F4 \6 ^, _8 ` `
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* h* {! z5 U1 Z$ g( ^8 E7 |7 n! B0 j* sSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; ?( h3 q$ r( u9 \7 r4 OColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & y" j6 }3 T' u+ Q0 X' F. c
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : b* W% w5 j' Y# Q( b- q6 _- s
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ) f! F, L K5 b& D' C2 c
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % @" Z v6 G! _: C. c2 I1 ^
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 [3 s& _* |/ Y* C
But I could have told you, Vincent, 5 y9 x: S& T9 S( F9 N
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 W Z/ `/ V5 |
8 G) i9 R. E: L* Y. NStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; M* V+ M: a7 g7 k1 HFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% R$ N2 ~' F7 U; ] |! n2 p1 SLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , g, x$ |# e% e) `! R* [
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 w, ?4 i9 V. l
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 d2 _1 T* J1 R$ Y0 D+ HHow you suffered for you sanity,7 S1 z5 e9 G9 X- W
How you tried to set them free, + p& m( t# `/ Z0 k
They would not listen they're not listening still, * h/ ]( G1 Q. T b! R! S
Perhaps they never will. |
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