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" v; [4 l# K' y, QStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 p* J8 ]/ q; D/ v. Q' h; mLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # r, R- ?3 F# P/ k2 z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 G! f7 I/ b7 O2 ?9 o8 z3 ~Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 L+ p+ O6 Y. e6 XNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 V3 M. g% T5 j' b3 nHow you suffered for you sanity, + d, g% M: d% z; S3 m0 T; q
How you tried to set them free, 4 w: K9 u" o" g/ {$ _) Q
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : l {( X* I, @ u) W$ }" o
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 Q. m& E: T6 l1 ` }& V! v7 ~' U
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' u# r7 C" x9 t; m2 q4 GColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 z0 X+ O8 c9 s% T6 ]Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : @# }* `: b! J0 c
! J, j) |. ?) nFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
4 C2 p* t) R1 i) ^Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : L( k7 S. ^7 e V+ y- B* m
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
( y5 G8 @/ ^* t! z# {8 D2 ^+ S! yBut I could have told you, Vincent, ; `& ]7 D2 r6 u
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # a0 W) c$ X4 A( U& {9 [* z
* P. f8 G7 u% B9 T* L2 O% i6 Y6 GStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 U5 p% S/ {( B2 C
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& t9 n: E0 G( q; }8 y+ D; yLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, g6 f i" ~4 c" e0 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,
3 } ]' L3 _$ q$ M, hHow you suffered for you sanity,
5 x _. V4 H4 h! |/ H1 ~, k* bHow you tried to set them free,
; g# R2 ]% b* ]They would not listen they're not listening still, * U! s) l9 F( L. }0 b8 s; ], i' F
Perhaps they never will. |
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