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; \2 g3 ~( ]! E; B* y: b- PStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 @9 I% @& ]+ m0 u/ kLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 o0 i5 J5 f1 _% Q' C. DShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, w8 F, K# R, ~
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, g- D; {2 R1 nNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
& e, g$ W( @, p' |' x- p0 gHow you suffered for you sanity, 2 W: [9 B N7 v$ ~# T
How you tried to set them free,
" Y& \. p6 J6 m1 n N3 pThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! Y6 J2 w" z4 R# q3 p. W8 EStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) K" ?$ y G/ \7 }8 e4 R+ B6 f
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, T' F! Q3 [0 V2 e" m6 W2 X
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 |0 P* B1 W. EWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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: ^6 L3 h/ d; H. Q/ Y2 sFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 c' ~' r9 x9 l2 n5 d3 J/ M/ A( J" IAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* B* O9 y' O) @6 Y2 h% o" e% HYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 y" j. `6 N/ z% ^ D B
But I could have told you, Vincent, / ]4 I' J$ o' e7 m; y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! F- f: k' v/ u/ J1 {: x0 ~% l5 x0 H
# S0 ?6 s) N9 C$ y" X9 B) a9 r2 ~; N9 }Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ x" s% M% A8 q% `! W XFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 L0 T; ~; @# @0 s$ W9 m; ]
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! a0 H. p3 e$ d# x7 R0 P: HThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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- i* E1 c3 J8 r+ INow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
, x' _6 `! D" f1 [* nHow you suffered for you sanity,4 R7 v X8 u) I( d3 D
How you tried to set them free,
! s9 D' a6 P, HThey would not listen they're not listening still, - v* h" N, @# P$ U0 Z
Perhaps they never will. |
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