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: q: m$ N% o0 K$ Y3 UStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 ?- S/ @$ t3 ?/ r0 }- ^
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 t7 Z+ r$ d" ]
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 Z4 w$ ]/ H8 ` yCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + ~0 X5 \$ F1 T: C; H2 L
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,8 o# Q2 C' W9 ~" A9 A
How you suffered for you sanity,
& X3 W. L6 r4 P Q; y2 l$ w5 AHow you tried to set them free, ( o- M' j( U3 l& g
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! B4 W2 H7 T) I" R1 y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + N& G. e) q0 v$ Z4 \
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( |( R+ S. q# S5 @Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% Y: h4 c% `1 R" R2 nWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # N3 A' ?, h- Z; k
, z6 o. k' U8 N' f' X2 g5 `For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 s2 o% f4 L. [9 hAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , c# p; h: B, `- b2 p
You took your life as lovers ofter do, / ?& y! N. ~1 T- u, M9 c) i
But I could have told you, Vincent,
L. N! H6 p' n0 Z$ m5 DThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / ?3 \ j! j1 e( z N( p3 l
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" _( N$ ^( r% p9 m7 @) {; F& f6 PLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ l- p0 x( u5 h0 aThe 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,
: m% N3 I, c. OHow you suffered for you sanity,
( A- C3 V8 H+ oHow you tried to set them free,
8 S' q' V! i! aThey would not listen they're not listening still,
1 E3 @' F6 _$ D6 s+ ?, QPerhaps they never will. |
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