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" ?; u4 l( L( W$ ?# }Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ F& @) B. G% w8 H) Q$ M8 bLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' q( O K8 X* p0 g$ _) V& @Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 P% W6 J9 a$ V( k9 O" G& t( @3 V
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 Y3 ]" q% v/ p mNow I understand what you tried to say to me,; [/ z0 J2 P R3 |$ a
How you suffered for you sanity, : F0 Z+ Z {* y5 a) R" F
How you tried to set them free, / g/ _8 ]% `. L+ ^% c) E0 P( K
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: x g- F9 i! C' `8 u1 ? [0 dStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 f5 M1 m1 C2 F9 E
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& x) F" U/ ~5 H* \( t$ yColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 B6 A% A; u5 s: ^/ x) J' ?
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 P& [4 ]0 a3 S/ w
$ @/ D/ Y7 X- {: L$ a+ XFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, - O0 r7 s) P$ d/ N* [
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 N6 n2 j+ |: `, x! L9 m- b1 o/ J
You took your life as lovers ofter do, * u- Z* `/ A# c7 X
But I could have told you, Vincent, & J: A- d; d( U6 f7 n" H* H8 w. n
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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7 z& i! y$ X0 [. ^6 t9 a( PStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 ~' n: x) q/ e8 p
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 k2 L T0 P- P8 y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" P% E1 G, J) _7 I4 p4 ^The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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( ~* r% @0 m/ ]( vNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
0 f0 b! M3 C+ P, L6 DHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 B! J- L; q- q0 \) B8 E3 tHow you tried to set them free,
& P! @' v# T _4 H0 VThey would not listen they're not listening still,
C3 K$ @+ `4 `( H2 l- Y* x- ZPerhaps they never will. |
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