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- M' q9 B1 c! RStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 ^* b3 d2 Q0 }( z K! d! zLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 ]5 U+ v8 f+ S- l. F x1 N* OShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- A$ G1 g8 U4 Z8 N( l8 J# A
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* h# X1 @" z& I+ R: ^0 M5 iNow I understand what you tried to say to me,8 f& \. F- U9 B' h0 I/ Z
How you suffered for you sanity, ! B+ _* k. X/ C, k$ S
How you tried to set them free,
9 @3 F+ n; y; T( u% H7 d( t' BThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # v5 Y1 u' r3 Y4 `5 ]
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 t2 d4 {6 o; F$ K! i- VSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 | r, q4 P) N6 D) c @' r% T9 Q( k) zColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 j; C$ U8 j) P) K: o8 I+ W4 a
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,
* j! s! }3 r' \4 {Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, e# O" f0 w. V( Y- U* U u9 R aYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
W7 q- U3 Y$ y0 l& bBut I could have told you, Vincent,
' j: E H1 \, G9 ? aThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 @6 D' ?. p, ~
6 S! i- d9 b: H/ U( k, YStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 x. k3 U" k. W1 @Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. r6 R2 L7 ^3 i( B4 m
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* _. |: M3 a* jThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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& A& Y2 D- @$ w3 [Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, , X5 [* d1 \: l0 c: I5 [# A
How you suffered for you sanity,+ I# [1 h Y8 I4 H' O6 q& ^
How you tried to set them free,
$ s7 C- P# \" F) H f" v7 xThey would not listen they're not listening still, ; L. d* z, T- u/ ]( T
Perhaps they never will. |
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