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% v3 }4 N0 `" h9 f( i$ DStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' i% f. u2 V# I. @Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 B) V n9 ~- X ]% Q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 J! j( q: t5 _3 ?
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 o- }* H0 A: U& k! ^
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 O- [; O2 b6 OHow you suffered for you sanity, 9 Q- E. P( h! d( i/ `+ {- q6 z, j
How you tried to set them free, 8 ?2 E0 \% \$ I X* J- H
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 C2 @+ e. _/ ~6 n, s v1 {- {7 o7 s0 r
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! N7 n c3 f& ^2 jSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, A V8 k) D: ` U- gColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& i# A) B$ N( w0 j! V7 t! W; A$ rWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 `2 h: O7 d2 @; z1 M0 F' t7 @
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
# T3 c6 a8 b, M7 {* @# SAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 O, P/ A/ g, l& n: AYou took your life as lovers ofter do, / C4 i- `* Z: h2 O' ?
But I could have told you, Vincent, 0 e) a o+ X, P; X. w
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 `% U2 Y. ?, l
5 x# R/ y3 N% H% I: VStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , {0 O9 ~+ f7 A$ G$ F
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, Y, U3 a& @0 i; [+ oLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& g: _# }" b7 [7 ?The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! v- z9 f. m2 n2 b* v
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
# R! | |; A; n8 }- U/ RHow you suffered for you sanity,
; k+ c: Q1 u% o; r8 J( _, m# IHow you tried to set them free, 7 i) b8 p: I$ `' ~9 q: y* n
They would not listen they're not listening still,
; N; \0 Q0 i4 I6 RPerhaps they never will. |
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