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. d$ r8 w/ R/ n+ fStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ S& `& f; r" a; Z0 e
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 x+ t1 n" `, v6 ]$ sShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 E9 m8 s6 ?: a/ g5 ?& v4 P3 Z
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 I) D( @' B2 O) t/ Z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,* W! _' D9 `* @: v- ]. ^
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 G6 |6 }# |6 nHow you tried to set them free,
7 J/ |9 S& O1 \! E2 SThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 \0 N5 N/ }$ I! C7 K# } P
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, I d- {' O" u: y, X
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! `+ H3 g0 H, k. M+ K& g
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , a a0 L/ ?; p4 f, @
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 M0 N0 m4 T- L
9 m( q) n0 L3 Z# W! XFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
# e3 B _3 a* W7 HAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 }- g% o: Y& BYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 ?( n' b6 C9 z r- O" F9 q. G/ ZBut I could have told you, Vincent,
$ v; ~7 f! N. ]; y. y7 TThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & [( `' U7 c0 g% _/ S# ]
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 U- x3 G3 B! N. LFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* x; w6 p" l: H I) o% z$ gLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 }) l A8 h5 J5 ]6 J: x: F& UThe 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,
- _: ]) m: S# _# W) N2 vHow you suffered for you sanity,! S+ L6 C B% [ i# Y6 F# I9 {8 v
How you tried to set them free,
0 ?: }" A( K& e2 w9 h9 sThey would not listen they're not listening still,
7 c6 I/ i( F- ~" {$ JPerhaps they never will. |
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