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+ y9 C' A; M) A7 ?+ ?5 RStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. {# G1 z8 N4 e& I% jLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ h2 y7 G" M4 @) @4 r
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. \ z! }+ v& s1 N( t% W$ I+ g2 sCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & h* c- K l7 {' m4 L P6 N
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,5 p' [" z1 j, z2 I: v
How you suffered for you sanity, ) n& I2 P: I% H( `% w1 h, s
How you tried to set them free, # q2 _' p; c' e) z5 D3 J8 L" |
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 Q' q! O0 B- m0 i! d; aStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, % n; z# \- L6 y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 ?# }6 u' U) }7 ?1 e6 g5 vColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ k9 M3 D! x: ?+ _, d
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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7 S: ?: L9 _, |, Z4 GFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 2 _; S* R3 K9 ]( v
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 k' K, d5 q% I) m% U
You took your life as lovers ofter do, " u4 ?9 O% w5 A+ ?
But I could have told you, Vincent, ' ~3 h9 ~, J9 D, ?; @
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * K# w6 J9 n) V6 {
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
d8 [2 ~/ l: x$ q1 bLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& y/ q: F- j0 i3 x- r4 x tThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' s, W4 |4 p, H% a4 b# l3 u4 P" m
8 u9 R Z) Z' WNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 Z5 x$ x5 s, t0 `How you suffered for you sanity,
. @4 n$ @6 R: P2 X$ I! q9 Q. ]1 Y/ wHow you tried to set them free,
+ g5 t: ]% s! T% |8 o1 PThey would not listen they're not listening still,
S# G& E2 I0 NPerhaps they never will. |
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