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& U c7 ?: x1 V2 B0 K9 F7 sStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- m$ U7 Z$ [: w* ~' _5 A: {8 i1 SLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ) K1 O1 S {/ N5 w8 C; b" d+ A* z/ Z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; B0 j, v; j1 }5 y; r, i: P
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: P% d+ V" F- K0 x' Z( g8 p( YNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ A) g" M4 s/ M5 b$ i- A1 o9 YHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 p ~! r6 V" T9 d/ AHow you tried to set them free,
1 i# O6 G" c ^* I9 T" pThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ ]; p# f8 c1 l! g/ GStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 a" S; b+ `/ ~0 N* s9 a+ s2 k
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 W. v+ n1 v2 f( w2 X; z! Q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& |; V7 h' K6 a C' JWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( F, ]& L* m% H
3 Q. j( @5 w6 b C$ T& S$ {For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 9 Z3 N8 Y& p$ D( T
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % v) g" S! B# s7 J
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 K. ~; [5 H$ Z0 D3 w
But I could have told you, Vincent,
- X, r( E3 M- @This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
$ ^6 w4 i) }6 J1 d- oFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! v# P( w! C# l( k: e7 k* A6 ?2 j
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ t/ i7 U7 u! f) qThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 I9 Q, @% H) U* R
/ ]' B$ x$ m$ J9 h- yNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 \4 q4 v2 c2 ?& n# JHow you suffered for you sanity,. h& |6 i0 z) |4 L4 U3 ~
How you tried to set them free, ( b2 G" d7 g7 I. ]! Y/ i9 x. y
They would not listen they're not listening still,
4 q1 w3 d% N1 P, B# VPerhaps they never will. |
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