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/ }) Z0 M! f& z$ \ q/ P+ ~Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 [: R8 \* v6 V H5 U$ D9 ^Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( j) v9 e7 T8 w& n3 I. s
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. N8 a7 G& U) ], @' Q) T2 \Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: R# s/ H: j5 L3 J) o" b4 BNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 k$ o' ?3 Z2 w& cHow you suffered for you sanity,
) [# j" Z. F# z+ V3 J9 vHow you tried to set them free, # S3 B5 X0 x) t% e- L# w" @4 J
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ I( N2 ^; X# V0 o3 A# q( cStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 d# {5 \+ d- N% NSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 d. t3 l$ w, p
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 u% \- k- ^* b: T( \Weathered 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,
& }, ?! k/ S GAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * ?. m$ R% G) t& j9 o
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 u& F2 Z h/ c' eBut I could have told you, Vincent, ) L! c( N! H j6 t7 u
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + i& ^- g8 Q1 a# y: l, I" V8 v8 m
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ K, }( V4 b1 t- U
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 M) x) W8 b2 e U! jLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 3 c2 i+ k O2 w7 u! v2 J4 _8 {5 f0 K
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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9 }1 O& n3 ~- A4 `Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' F, |8 H k: ?; W
How you suffered for you sanity,$ S- a+ \- ?+ J" O/ M7 k. x6 d
How you tried to set them free, ) U+ Z( v+ l* g, v* ~* Q
They would not listen they're not listening still,
! {! i& i A8 z7 p; QPerhaps they never will. |
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