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1 L% E& _# O+ I% BStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 3 N) o7 y! A W% r. k. C
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % D/ f" }- S! c {) |8 W; c
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," |! {9 c# p/ L( p! S1 U4 }
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 n7 t. P3 o# J1 I3 v+ f7 U4 r( iNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 g' K! {+ o6 M KHow you suffered for you sanity, 2 C8 q: K$ O0 I& c( w% Z) v$ A5 k
How you tried to set them free, . F) i+ w' |! q6 F* D9 @& i$ N
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ h$ ]: r5 F4 v+ k8 @' u, g* G) D
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & M4 K7 Q% F* F. a
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 c' V, U) W7 f/ H: F2 zColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 ]6 F+ H. \2 k, g! UWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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: ?5 _3 v; ^/ t+ A6 @1 [" zFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 P1 B6 g: G# E- K" s1 N1 Q6 iAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% D7 u* H8 }$ V& O J" n- w7 }You took your life as lovers ofter do, # w, r; D: o( m" d( X
But I could have told you, Vincent, 0 U; A9 p. ~& h
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 O9 X5 Z5 H2 E. Y" u( z5 w8 p
# }5 D2 a: ?1 v8 wStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& u, V; ^8 }+ s; [" aFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ s- S: f" }+ e/ Z- GLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * B' y' l9 y. L" x- X. b
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,
" y' F" Q( q4 kHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ m2 F1 w6 _7 t- T# KHow you tried to set them free,
' S# b* l. I2 [They would not listen they're not listening still,
; E/ H' J; Y' t6 FPerhaps they never will. |
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