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; b# U. ?. L8 Y! `) O8 IStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ l6 O w& a1 X7 p: d. DLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # k/ F! f4 k! w/ Z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ v9 c" a6 J9 r* r+ t9 y
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; D0 ]' K2 D( n) R1 pNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 g2 b5 t$ L8 {2 S5 F1 w- Z+ MHow you suffered for you sanity, 4 R6 B+ f+ g& W# ~' O" ?! z
How you tried to set them free,
2 n: F5 J) L3 }- x% S' T G7 K2 V+ ^They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: \5 }4 ^3 D) {Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + k- T6 B7 b' D5 a$ x0 Y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, o4 D/ V, X$ ?) H' h) h. AColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ) u, }/ i2 _5 l
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) |+ Y0 r& B3 \% l& D! }
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
2 {- p3 A3 j' H( c; w# e) c" dAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 g0 F5 t: g% c; ~8 R% ^6 J! Q! ?
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
- `/ g1 i: ?- J) ^0 MBut I could have told you, Vincent,
/ r1 d- B5 @" iThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 P4 @# M& X% Q) V1 O: \2 w8 v
G" h4 r& c! L# F2 a2 B4 K, iStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* r9 |' Z: y- g/ _" NFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 ]7 \1 f0 A! |8 Q( _( a; G0 k$ FLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 K, R1 x3 w, h! n: V7 t; ~The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! C" c- U9 W2 s) N( J
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, / k1 T7 H! p! D
How you suffered for you sanity,! ?2 s6 ], B# M; I! w3 y4 L- B
How you tried to set them free, ) W6 }, j. m' L) [, V
They would not listen they're not listening still,
5 `% G" r7 s7 R6 mPerhaps they never will. |
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