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* i2 w" i' _' ]) lStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 i, \ D# t0 M+ U* RLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- g+ t& b% U& iShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 H: ?4 b; S2 h# U5 ACatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 n; J! y% I: [0 S! {5 D8 Q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,& h7 W* g* r4 G" c: J
How you suffered for you sanity, 4 T: z6 U0 ~9 D8 O, z
How you tried to set them free,
; J2 L y5 k; k' e% B, JThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 d, y Y1 U9 T$ I C t6 }# J1 |Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 L0 E2 S% X5 M$ A" @ q) X/ i
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* d; D7 j% @1 U5 `$ r) ~" W IColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
m, F7 D$ {. M+ a) `* L& Q* p: j7 hWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " S, X: E1 L+ { y" S2 V
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, * ~ G8 h" v) j9 [
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % m9 R/ l) w' w
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 H$ n- y m5 D/ }, [
But I could have told you, Vincent,
* |; x4 {! u9 D7 i* mThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( c; }) Y0 B# m, [
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + A: u" {( i+ C g1 |# i
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( M1 Y+ {4 `: e3 [, J4 {$ JLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , d! q- C& G, Q, {, i7 Z
The 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 M# E. A+ k& b3 ~0 G7 {# c4 h2 q
How you suffered for you sanity,4 t% Z6 _# B4 G6 D$ d' ?6 U1 }
How you tried to set them free, + O# w% U, ?2 m' C- W G) A
They would not listen they're not listening still, ; C( x" g; p- Z6 y% Y% i
Perhaps they never will. |
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