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$ x* a# e" i( @' T. @: z: F) KStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- V3 D0 o! L. G# v; t: X' g* ^' hLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 j2 ]; M! ^3 P! eShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ w, K, @0 Q3 j$ h! y' U8 MCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 d) R$ }1 |$ yNow I understand what you tried to say to me,$ g% X. k4 {0 T0 `
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 ?. }7 Y8 g2 BHow you tried to set them free,
3 |6 _' }8 C( i0 c1 Q6 C4 _' o+ bThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 T1 t4 V' \% T u/ \ \Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - {0 c% L4 q: O0 z1 h5 N- l
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * \% [% c. _* A+ o: v2 U9 _
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! A" F( u. J: v! W* s4 t" i
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
}6 }4 Q6 j1 LAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( b4 I0 x& q3 W. lYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
, B/ I' ?- f/ S) n2 yBut I could have told you, Vincent,
3 T2 A9 Q4 d; e. ]+ G4 h' YThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ T5 o$ G( k$ q4 p% KFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 I) x4 V. U/ L* S* E' _
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 @/ r/ X0 ]2 o; Z" hThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / E5 w2 e" A. s3 c. @
7 y7 w# v% p& n6 rNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
( e* Z( {7 P" E( ?% hHow you suffered for you sanity,, l% @( _% t" M, T$ \
How you tried to set them free, . ]# X3 Q/ m' @
They would not listen they're not listening still,
. C+ m8 M+ m! j2 q; i1 o6 ?Perhaps they never will. |
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