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! d, |( I, \& ?) X' B9 N4 r. a- [Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ C6 ~9 w8 |6 i5 o% p& G0 `$ N: yLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! W5 _! G" C$ f# QShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% C- P7 s+ Q4 B
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 V( ~, Y4 F2 KNow I understand what you tried to say to me,& N5 E. S5 a! q5 I' N
How you suffered for you sanity, 6 L" K9 H% o/ b# j. h
How you tried to set them free,
+ j b) Q; E/ ?: tThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 Z7 w P% a" {6 f$ M. _) HStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 {+ H- G+ W/ V# b
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ @) C- G( F2 d# y: V, ]Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- e! {7 t2 e0 i1 gWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / W' k$ D& t2 b0 F" G6 L
c1 ^. H- |2 Q, IFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; o3 ^/ V/ m( W8 lAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . O3 g: L& K# g( Y7 i6 L4 E
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 T6 T& q2 r& I3 Z. ]* dBut I could have told you, Vincent, 6 w9 q; }% K% n) W+ K/ g' x' z; a
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) O( {" G B. I" r8 s' r; f
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . C: A+ _/ y9 `" s/ s3 W
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * Y3 I( X) b# z! L1 r
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ V) ]- m5 o2 vThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
7 }8 e4 k% F. m+ MHow you suffered for you sanity,, O+ z6 F3 o' y B: h/ t( Z' _
How you tried to set them free,
/ Y/ _6 y2 a5 C$ }2 C5 d8 qThey would not listen they're not listening still,
+ ~; Q7 w: T! y$ m" ~- E: lPerhaps they never will. |
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