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0 T, V) t/ ~" @7 Q: {Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 m# `$ y" P# x% ^( KLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" C1 k. j: }* o5 U" g9 [- hShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: P8 ?7 y# \2 W' w- A( k
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. W* ^, C! x. K7 x N: g* }, N z7 x0 mNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
' o" p. s' ^8 k X4 E, DHow you suffered for you sanity, t+ A Y/ d; Y
How you tried to set them free,
) \- a) }4 ^( Y+ Q( kThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * s7 S1 @; x# ]
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, % m! w! c0 P6 t. y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# R6 B( S/ N P5 P& B% D* \& r5 A: KColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) X8 V2 Q4 I: X: k% Q) YWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 k+ Q, k+ B; f+ \; X# e, }& L. a
3 R, U% z, A* `For they could not love you, but still your love was true, & g* @* C' z, M. L" i( ]
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" k4 |8 b9 {" h" xYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ; m1 D2 U! N n) m. r2 c
But I could have told you, Vincent,
) z2 T+ }/ p* e+ ]1 u1 S/ wThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. L/ m+ Q$ r2 U
8 Y- d# i; t! {4 bStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 Y" U+ w* Q3 ?% J0 ^9 e# x
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " d1 @7 B* P8 I1 }6 ~
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 _& ~( w4 { O- ~/ c
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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, h5 k0 V8 k% E4 QNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
5 P g$ u6 z+ F; s6 p7 |( Z" o, jHow you suffered for you sanity,. M5 l0 ]. C6 m; |' U% F6 b
How you tried to set them free,
! A# G- @1 _7 C5 oThey would not listen they're not listening still, + H8 n7 |, I; }/ Z7 d% P7 `
Perhaps they never will. |
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