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3 k, `/ w! R/ @# E" J3 i FStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- i0 w3 z% d9 L( [Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 C: R3 F2 A) k2 r* l) TShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 h' G' X0 I6 h* U& FCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: n! p: h& W! w( r* K- q5 A: PNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ X. N0 ~) r* C8 d, GHow you suffered for you sanity,
. i' J( w0 q' t7 R- V6 ^How you tried to set them free,
/ q# i" v+ s7 {/ _They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 A% f* n3 W! M/ S: Z2 D) ~Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! t, y* n# P d1 C8 F- W) tSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( {3 t; p: w3 G# n0 sColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' y3 k$ G3 i# X. yWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . s' S* W; O# o9 ~+ n
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
R8 O7 E9 [2 b7 f9 gAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
s) f2 k: Y. S( C. wYou took your life as lovers ofter do, " |6 u( ^/ @1 }+ A+ \
But I could have told you, Vincent,
7 V+ Q# G: H w! @" AThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 a3 \$ H' L& I/ |
$ h% c& ]# Z4 i5 y) YStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 Z7 H) l+ c- x& S( j
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * G& c7 s' l0 a1 ]2 t, X
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& y- `& E" X) k' H: {% }9 \; U" XThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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* x; z# X8 F! u3 E' J: o. YNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ g1 k& F1 O. }
How you suffered for you sanity,
! A, ? v o- y. QHow you tried to set them free,
# l) ~# F5 j2 ^5 eThey would not listen they're not listening still, , H9 V' c( W9 x8 B6 h! j" \, V
Perhaps they never will. |
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