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2 C8 c( m$ n) A+ a9 t9 e) `" oStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# v1 o; z) t7 [/ Q8 eLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 K. Y9 m/ Q5 e4 Z* rShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, d# B- v, b0 k. f
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ q2 h% K) e% K$ G' g* A. g) m* nNow I understand what you tried to say to me, s4 s6 k1 ~' Q6 a
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 Y- E. Z: T% f, `6 ?. mHow you tried to set them free,
" y+ T0 a% r' a/ pThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; X; D, h! a/ ]# y4 PStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - K, V3 h- A0 {* E2 n4 Q: q% D
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! O% N( v: Q9 E3 r& x
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, i* \+ n; g4 ~& B" V/ y3 E! Q$ v3 zWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
( _3 H* Y# j0 n" D3 \Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; e# B7 d$ s8 m! N S2 AYou took your life as lovers ofter do, A9 m2 M! {" O/ f6 n
But I could have told you, Vincent, & ]: f* p2 M' j/ r+ U5 [+ q6 A
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , F2 g" Q" \7 O7 y
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& G: |* p4 Q g u9 {' ^+ l% wFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ s% P2 A( f2 J" J, u/ KLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 g# s& x6 V! k! FThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! |9 m# R" w4 |
9 x, l' j& |6 BNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, & v8 ^; S$ ^& D: f' W
How you suffered for you sanity,
( [( v7 A- X& X$ [! t% iHow you tried to set them free, 2 e- w Q* N6 j6 L
They would not listen they're not listening still, 9 G0 _, X' B- J3 L
Perhaps they never will. |
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