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% o8 O7 ?( y, B5 }Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- [4 G2 k7 U) X" ]Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 ?- S! Y1 m, K) Q# @
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 i0 u/ v" |9 P! XCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; [9 J b+ q' s+ o, R/ q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ J x9 l. t, [4 o& k4 dHow you suffered for you sanity, + Z- D+ p$ w# ^' p2 G- z) [+ S- o" ^
How you tried to set them free,
9 |8 l' |6 z" d& TThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; E4 p5 x6 ]+ s$ ~. \2 J6 L
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# B- o+ d0 g- z7 x. l; DSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 j( E' {7 P& T' `; jColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ o. m: h) j8 q. LWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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& e# h/ q+ f) PFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ; b* O) p+ y( e* |7 I
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 F7 ~ _; b @ R( ?% D. SYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 i5 l2 L3 ^/ Y/ r; p: ?6 i
But I could have told you, Vincent,
- l7 f; ?6 V* L1 G# t" cThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - S( F5 u4 t2 Z+ w. R6 E3 m. A/ K
3 h% ~2 t! A/ f2 W6 B9 R9 sStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( w" e! h c& }" {5 cFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 @3 P. l* g; i0 t3 s* ]( V
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) c+ A3 b( T! |9 e
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 e5 K* `- u1 M+ a0 P
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
) w$ N2 Q& m' c% f5 Z yHow you suffered for you sanity,
, a+ }* E& r) O6 CHow you tried to set them free, 7 U" |' y2 [+ G
They would not listen they're not listening still, ' m# O# X+ Q9 t. |+ p w* v" [* p2 g: `
Perhaps they never will. |
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