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$ l- C8 l" o7 }8 V0 W AStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ ~7 ]3 C& g: ] \5 {; c& ` F! dLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 }. X Q) `; T2 N* IShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: j$ |4 R/ `' u' Y- H! j
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& K7 t4 W( G4 L3 z1 Q6 @Now I understand what you tried to say to me, S6 i, g4 A+ D9 X1 h+ q& \
How you suffered for you sanity, $ O: M7 u' K1 c
How you tried to set them free, - r* A( V1 K O9 C2 L% U# a ~ u4 T
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * _& j) L Y) k
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; H6 }+ Y1 h9 ^! @7 G
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ A7 b3 V- N: {* Y/ w. G/ xColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + Z5 L7 Q& w9 a" s
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,
# C4 ]; p3 H9 L5 e- jAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ c6 [3 Q9 `: ~1 X* p0 @9 iYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
& X' v) \( g9 UBut I could have told you, Vincent,
* _7 e( [6 Q: l. n: @. c9 a* `4 WThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # h; V3 y. O: X) e& C
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ M" `3 f9 X( C) D. I
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; K p% q m; _2 G
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 E' u4 `" q8 X# i8 m0 j x0 T
2 t' t% H& B2 I4 K# o- d) ZNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, + q" k% Z+ H, \. n* i
How you suffered for you sanity,
. R. f3 {& y. I8 z* rHow you tried to set them free,
) W( e- p5 w1 _2 ~7 K* ]7 ?, zThey would not listen they're not listening still, 1 M' z: w0 O4 `0 h
Perhaps they never will. |
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