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' H% l! _6 }' oStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ ~( e& k, A4 } c3 ^3 ILook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 m6 @& B( C& k5 I+ B
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 Y- o# i# j) L6 \; E5 @. aCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* J$ `/ R& A7 d* k8 HNow I understand what you tried to say to me,; G {6 R6 u! _7 N
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 b8 o) Q$ `' c: w! f$ }4 ~: dHow you tried to set them free,
: M. u' O& D# yThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! u2 F+ c. J4 T3 SStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 E* H1 V5 t8 V) \4 @5 Y5 t$ g2 kSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ ?# d. i" D. n
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 ?0 p+ o- g9 \: |
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. B/ {/ V8 k( {2 v' g
) P8 ~' Q- c6 b3 |For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
) C l8 V* O& v- }) DAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 ]9 n q8 Y0 _/ m+ ~You took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 C% x6 r' x' Z$ lBut I could have told you, Vincent, 1 U/ F1 k7 `9 j6 b* f5 [& Z' P
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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0 x( s( `: R) S* xStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 P# x( O( l0 l. p4 jFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( M' ]. ]; ?' x9 d3 f( L4 K
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( H8 h% Q% e1 ~The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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* `3 x& H9 ~( g$ \) L7 ?7 UNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ]( V3 q5 Z* T, a
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 c8 b" H t% {: O2 F6 FHow you tried to set them free,
2 L7 H; H$ K( U5 S- RThey would not listen they're not listening still, , P; { r- \: G1 I1 j3 V5 T
Perhaps they never will. |
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