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5 f8 H8 |; ]' O& ]! d6 \8 ^2 K! S2 qStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& s" p$ d: r0 hLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: ?) \6 U4 e! n- e7 R9 W8 n7 m) eShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% t( Y0 m8 {! w# N' p4 Q. F ^Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / l$ t7 \4 ~( R/ J
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
4 D" l5 a2 ^/ e# B( {/ x5 cHow you suffered for you sanity, , x& G/ [+ v% ~
How you tried to set them free, 6 L2 A$ [" O- D6 o
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + L4 t' k- J6 v+ A% e0 y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: k1 h2 M4 n" y0 tSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 J1 J S; Z [# C
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; }# a0 d/ g; Z4 o5 G U8 ~# VWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 b' Z1 Z( j0 T. M; M/ U
6 v( {- ?8 ~. R% o& t4 }For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
) {7 R6 {9 ~% s9 ?2 sAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / A( }; C2 i/ s+ c6 \7 t4 ^
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 H. {0 n5 [9 A2 J- tBut I could have told you, Vincent,
9 e! i' v3 F1 z1 e' x! K+ FThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 c4 E1 z7 ~$ x0 Y7 ]2 S$ L
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 }: s( s4 l% ` SLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. M. v( R# i; G5 X8 IThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : a) K% x) M8 l+ w' j
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
- |4 k5 M8 [, ^ f. NHow you suffered for you sanity,
. S, M$ w' {* v% F2 MHow you tried to set them free,
0 ?9 _/ h; |: o) w* sThey would not listen they're not listening still, 0 S, _ N% e2 L8 n
Perhaps they never will. |
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