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" M5 J! b+ T' n, i8 E( ^4 zStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, @+ _% Q7 K+ ?8 \+ v" d' V9 a0 H
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ i/ N' V* I" Y! A u( ^3 uShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) N1 a- Q X* Q) w
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. `/ V- W& P+ T9 _ w' q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
: V6 h! d9 c2 L3 d! PHow you suffered for you sanity, % w; r) x ]3 `% }
How you tried to set them free, 0 i0 p6 Y$ x$ ?' y, n0 z
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( p& Z- b/ u6 ?! L8 Y0 n) QStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 l$ ^% ?1 k: N8 `Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) V. d8 L$ D: K' iColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 Y+ P! w8 |2 g6 p2 h; l
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : |( b4 L$ p: v- y% ?! a% U
# f( `% O |8 K$ I* RFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; P3 o, o r- D* IAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : Y* t8 c& @! H% v) I: a
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 p" w7 R- |/ u$ K7 z8 TBut I could have told you, Vincent,
- \. C" n. p1 A$ ]6 w5 P! B6 e$ a8 \This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / }9 ^# P7 }8 G+ X
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : O) M5 y7 h8 V) H. {+ c/ E) J
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " t. y. V: i; @0 c% i7 w. Z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # u6 |7 x; Q; D; h8 x7 B
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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+ E! i* v* i8 p1 U! V. ]Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 s' b) S( N; x- AHow you suffered for you sanity,8 q( K N/ V4 Q. y1 Q& z
How you tried to set them free,
' D1 m& e# w/ K" _8 J6 e% v/ ~. TThey would not listen they're not listening still, N) o* D; ?1 \# w5 F3 M9 I
Perhaps they never will. |
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