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0 k6 M% ~1 Y+ a# e% ?9 \0 |% GStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 C( x& \6 J! w. T
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# j. m5 ?8 h! g9 B: C* h" gShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" @# G! R+ x! k& j0 MCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, K* U, g2 H) q0 ?" dNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 r, r( ]3 l5 w9 A; bHow you suffered for you sanity, , s& D" P: [2 X# `0 g0 [
How you tried to set them free,
# _, R, ~% O5 w9 BThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 C J8 C( C- j6 M1 tStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ g6 ]! V/ }+ t1 X% n6 Z, |Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* }# k M. E3 R" \( lColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 Y, H( e! E t* @3 kWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : [# F$ d! P) b, `1 \7 N# \2 A
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, " u3 l8 H, Y/ X e2 |" {! u. K
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 Q* T6 A) @, i4 q: p
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 v/ N/ g( e0 E9 V
But I could have told you, Vincent, $ i) n7 L5 |9 A. M
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 Z9 r0 i5 B1 F4 a' T3 C
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. i% s6 ?% \& L* k& gFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. ~- m2 Y) k2 D! Q: f3 H8 DLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 }6 G8 L% I7 p
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 h# c1 F+ L2 i/ x0 \5 \5 t
# p4 D. X1 f/ @5 H) u6 r! lNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
8 t* P S. @# D6 ~How you suffered for you sanity,
8 L" X3 K6 h- ?% QHow you tried to set them free, 4 Q$ p! y1 c" W0 f p/ w `' ?1 q" O
They would not listen they're not listening still, ! w) n$ f# l" |3 k4 ^8 R
Perhaps they never will. |
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