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2 r. T1 N# J8 Q9 r8 \7 FStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' C: ~0 K, L% W) w; p: \& m vLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ H3 F$ K$ ^) S0 w
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
Z* V$ g u* Y/ OCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 g% c! D- r% A/ }. {
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 R- Q2 f0 ~; ~1 G# x: K, X9 r8 bHow you suffered for you sanity,
, ` `- k! n3 Z/ \+ x4 V1 nHow you tried to set them free, 7 t! d# e% K" ?9 l4 F' r9 o$ _
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% _; {, ~$ T1 N( t a; e u; T8 FStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 \' ~6 A9 x% A: u, g1 h$ j A
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) S& ` v* w' x8 V( S6 u# f
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : e/ P7 h6 G! C4 |5 K- V
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , l8 U. X% z- X+ ?
8 F9 k& a; [: DFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
1 o( \' Q F P1 SAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 s6 p, `; O2 L8 D' e R( M7 c# c1 dYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 R' N1 `& |4 f' a) Q0 Q+ h& b1 w
But I could have told you, Vincent,
6 |! q; i0 j4 o' W# D# P( ^( e# M. XThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) D5 |- n7 h! ]; z
* L l- a' ^4 E- A% y1 qStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . x1 o- v; o3 R8 _/ C4 o/ o4 G
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 B1 @! Q- \: iLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # @% B1 C. G" E& \' y
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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1 v; K: v: L4 r2 V: ONow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
. v8 X; w( s7 b# c! C/ rHow you suffered for you sanity,
+ A' U, d" r( Q0 sHow you tried to set them free, 0 _1 i5 ~% m" i5 T, j
They would not listen they're not listening still,
" x* R1 K2 u* R2 R* T* |/ q: Z9 uPerhaps they never will. |
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