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' d' l. A, r+ _Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 ?9 A2 S+ [) `: V% x) }* uLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " k# B" S# G( m* O/ Q F! J
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( e2 c/ X6 N7 h/ gCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ N5 }4 z; b9 l* _9 ^Now I understand what you tried to say to me,! `3 C# l( D5 x* k' N* ?: K
How you suffered for you sanity, / m4 P6 t; i- @
How you tried to set them free,
7 G& c% n* t Y% g2 kThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) _- F$ F* E0 Y& e$ E8 ]2 mStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + p' |8 s! V$ x4 s
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 B g; ?5 F* Z5 n2 \1 {9 m0 E
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # |$ j& P0 J! g$ l
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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6 M" O: v! {& I. I4 y7 [; YFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
' E& q: x, H$ G( ]Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 H% |% _( J- W- |; O
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ ], i" n7 q7 t, u2 P& X- R- rBut I could have told you, Vincent,
5 |1 D7 ?. f6 a0 \: gThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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! U# c1 r3 Q4 ~$ A2 j) F2 fStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, D# B& u3 ^! b7 F- e0 w
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! m( @/ n; k/ W) [9 ?: N( P$ I+ K" FLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' E6 ~% m& T# D
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 ^6 r1 G5 T4 M) G( {/ m
8 [3 A( t5 g9 R+ kNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 c' P/ r- B& D$ R9 ]2 W. lHow you suffered for you sanity,) y- i! _: y. h6 ?$ D
How you tried to set them free, / o0 ?1 U3 A; h# H5 A8 L8 h8 y1 H
They would not listen they're not listening still, , E$ N6 p7 `+ U. J
Perhaps they never will. |
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