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# x$ `) s$ h% c) X+ v1 @; oStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
~% N/ Y% ?3 G) B. P+ ]2 O6 p8 d1 ELook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# Z: o, [9 r2 Z& _1 }Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 K1 I. A" l+ o, Z( m- R4 a1 @: j
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ ~# Y8 M$ Q& O, L7 V" a1 M
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 \7 I$ `* z7 K3 Q SHow you suffered for you sanity,
" U- e# i5 F) r/ xHow you tried to set them free,
, Z. N/ n2 q' H& M- o: j$ a/ b( {They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 s: ^0 E: f4 W2 d
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
a. m* e, T& a. i% uSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 M: @) m8 d8 N7 WColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ d5 A, C' e6 P* p/ o9 kWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 i6 s# @+ z* K1 q. d) z
\( d4 c- o5 ]! q( sFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, * G8 H& q" r& V9 _! B- e
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' a) e) ~3 d- ]7 t
You took your life as lovers ofter do, * g {+ ~) E3 D/ Q z& P
But I could have told you, Vincent,
* G. z% U. v; a" kThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 k6 |6 }( P5 z" E! \2 F; e
9 K5 K. T& g& ?" Z9 L% BStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 o6 V4 v5 C5 F7 }8 iFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; H- k. ~4 C- o2 z, P% lLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, {, ?7 H4 h# a( MThe 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,
" g+ I Y% ]3 g6 L) ]How you suffered for you sanity,
' |0 @% M! h9 d: e0 F: z. g& G% [How you tried to set them free, ' _; F( b7 T$ ]" D% z3 E! S
They would not listen they're not listening still,
# L* m; z, g( U5 A9 ]/ j& n4 LPerhaps they never will. |
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