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' @4 E8 ~* r# [2 o' `7 j" l3 Q4 ~- ]9 ZStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) R( Q. ]2 C, h, A: f1 QLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ P/ b: H8 {2 `( Q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, {7 Y8 j1 B2 K
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' P# A1 I( x1 g: _9 C5 i
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
. M% K6 Z5 w0 ]9 o4 Y3 hHow you suffered for you sanity, 4 E, p; T0 Q, G
How you tried to set them free,
2 O6 h) \: [" z7 x. r) vThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ n) c( T9 S& s. a5 C: bStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" _; h& ]+ F( ?' V% K$ i9 LSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 i- z" c' F2 f0 `: j& fColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 @# d6 C2 R V; x; N* v- \+ A
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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2 ^0 W( J0 ~/ V+ P+ m2 ~For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; c, X( x8 V( hAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 [! S5 r, i, o1 \) T
You took your life as lovers ofter do, & x0 T- F! B) ^6 D
But I could have told you, Vincent,
# q( q# a, ?& z# FThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ d5 a) D3 n E
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " ~6 e, |' g# _ y. z( _ O# H" C
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 K3 ~. f7 H9 w1 p, G) c- H
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, 6 x& t8 l* w- f* {# p8 ^( w# A
How you suffered for you sanity,1 a* [, Y& W+ z) y
How you tried to set them free, 7 q/ k0 k2 }( X( N5 e6 ~. F3 ]
They would not listen they're not listening still, ; F' `0 w+ G& Q: m: X1 F
Perhaps they never will. |
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