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& u4 P/ R2 Q/ ~/ u* y3 r$ k0 uStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 ]! G5 b. O$ G f8 f
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( F6 W% T6 x) w7 K: }
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* H- j; V3 h2 Q' S. P% l- u ] r
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# Q; u! W" R& \& [' xNow I understand what you tried to say to me,' W0 ?+ \' a" t0 ]1 u
How you suffered for you sanity, * Q9 u* S9 a5 u) N- V4 L1 C% A
How you tried to set them free, ( h. X. N/ I2 K6 P% p
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * N# q. D) H* i2 _+ r$ \
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, Q! Q9 p) X) U2 w/ n9 ^) M
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- b$ }4 D5 |* O& j9 e" T W& lColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( T7 w; \: e' Q$ Q; T6 TWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, * {8 s. W z& y X! W# d
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + W3 A) i j; {6 P& v
You took your life as lovers ofter do, , o3 o# q+ Y+ f9 F
But I could have told you, Vincent,
: w8 v8 {! t( J" qThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 d( L y" G% k3 M: b
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; U1 g; P; A" P7 B$ Y! ~6 |- y6 c) z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 |* R9 |, ?3 y9 C
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , Z0 u; K8 \9 f5 L2 q# m5 D
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
7 L, j6 S/ [1 E! J& Z6 ~( _% DHow you suffered for you sanity,- ?! `+ L) f# O
How you tried to set them free,
. v. y5 T# g! k, d& u4 FThey would not listen they're not listening still,
& J; N `, h4 v4 W! JPerhaps they never will. |
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