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% f" Q" a4 N2 f3 t% a3 `# ?Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' J6 m* R7 w; o8 s+ c" X
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! j( h4 ~/ `8 S: I1 H: P5 q; F& x9 hShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. n, n8 O8 L3 p5 F2 BCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. U R& _7 o1 v
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,$ p+ s% A1 d1 O) ^2 B% }& L
How you suffered for you sanity, 6 o6 V6 M# \8 H, A7 r K7 ]4 V
How you tried to set them free,
3 [. Z& J+ Z# g/ V+ y1 VThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & H+ o1 g) e" A* }) B
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 x2 q& u! b R1 T* w7 u
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! e5 `# x# f8 Y' H% L, YColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 F6 R4 g1 E3 }! J* \! H
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, ' o0 U9 v0 Q; Z
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* I( f/ X! u7 d/ l. Y7 [) HYou took your life as lovers ofter do, $ T) y+ |* j# q1 [5 U
But I could have told you, Vincent,
' m: @9 m8 t" S7 YThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 X- U4 Q3 G+ H4 z4 I
8 N) o+ M! D+ N" `% vStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 B. p8 v" }1 m% s
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 c) t% E* P3 G, p( ^1 F
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 {. w2 ]2 H) |6 K( S n' XThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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% L* G+ K4 O9 ~5 v1 r+ O0 a: z$ pNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
* H7 z0 I5 o1 v7 V2 E5 GHow you suffered for you sanity,
& T8 t3 f& q' \/ K4 d3 WHow you tried to set them free, z! K% y9 M0 D/ Y) J1 K
They would not listen they're not listening still, 3 J* u2 e+ F0 |# `# e0 ]5 \* R
Perhaps they never will. |
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