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8 }5 v7 @+ s4 k& s' Y6 j% k LStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! X; |. d$ m+ CLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . J7 i0 ]3 _/ ~4 h& Z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: x( ~9 R0 H( {Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, m# Y' ` s" RNow I understand what you tried to say to me,: H. ]1 \: F9 ~) N: i! z
How you suffered for you sanity, + p" F3 [- r0 c" \) G0 C5 t* Q% F
How you tried to set them free,
+ i* v) S8 x( d+ u9 x9 p6 yThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' |4 H% |7 t0 @ KStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 ~2 u; P6 g9 D3 s
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 ^4 w) V4 K9 E5 L/ d/ K. HColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; W9 A5 N s( I( S6 u! NWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 U9 F, A1 @* Q
. Q* a' S2 O B- L5 F0 gFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, & s0 z, ~" [* w3 t' W1 b2 P
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 ^! V5 M5 s& E( a, P! e; D) I, T8 G
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ [' y' r1 o# S$ W% wBut I could have told you, Vincent,
6 @4 j$ u6 W" C' FThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , l# y. o. H6 w; Q0 i. v1 Q1 C
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ r9 Z; S( Z6 E0 d0 `Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 ?7 @7 q6 l: z/ e$ sLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) w9 u" A; A! QThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; A& k8 V! b& N- T; K
5 O1 b8 ^7 @8 S) y- M8 ?$ N# qNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ z' _- I" w) O. u, X0 O: ZHow you suffered for you sanity,
, s- ]9 [% f/ d! R8 P9 wHow you tried to set them free,
' I/ e% l5 ~, g ]: T# XThey would not listen they're not listening still,
8 E5 D' A/ z1 Y9 e# HPerhaps they never will. |
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