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( T0 T3 E6 ^2 n; y( z3 C6 gStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 K k( o& N4 VLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 w) s5 R& {. w3 d
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ Z- s& F# w4 r3 Y$ n$ j! T) {Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 `3 s2 n4 G* {- ZNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
D' H8 _. }/ \1 x7 yHow you suffered for you sanity,
. K' p1 s' I& m; g/ v9 NHow you tried to set them free,
8 O7 P# g5 ^0 _5 B+ }They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, Q- k9 C: ]$ x; O( QStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 Q L* L6 H0 k" q; I; {
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ [- \" G: c2 t! |$ kColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& N3 b/ v( p8 H. |! yWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 R$ D9 |7 Z C; R
7 Q+ g8 e& { qFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
s& w! H/ R# J8 s9 KAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* S- n8 j+ y- Z; Z" @- NYou took your life as lovers ofter do, & Y2 K% }3 R( F, M) @6 P- i
But I could have told you, Vincent, 6 |$ ^. U \( v& R8 N0 Z
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 R5 R* ]9 d7 G
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 Z4 J6 [) ?* t! _- B
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; O, w: w# h: j- k0 G1 v" XLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' n) {. y5 Q: l5 A; ~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 o$ D$ q6 G$ K7 H. a! U
How you suffered for you sanity,
! N, z0 _7 [5 R- x: ~+ zHow you tried to set them free,
3 C: b: m/ w( X. a7 U! m. `& G) R# B$ qThey would not listen they're not listening still,
- B+ l; @, I8 [1 w8 D1 n7 Y1 r2 @Perhaps they never will. |
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