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" E9 v" W! Z" g2 ^5 ]6 X LStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
u% x/ @% _* j/ TLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, r9 u, e$ N6 N0 y( l% S. v
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 Q0 W" M# u0 N2 ?3 @# y3 @Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 |6 X+ q7 ?* h7 wNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
& K: w' a4 |$ s9 v9 a, C$ c3 N, xHow you suffered for you sanity,
' x7 M! |8 R7 I3 W+ [How you tried to set them free,
- l0 H! q; Y# n6 c. oThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 e1 R2 D9 a+ v% Z7 WStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- H( F; n( c) P, I: A3 [Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " q( Q& V7 n% R' I% R2 g+ E
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' J9 J8 \. ~& P0 { ?Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 v% h, a: P+ y5 G
$ L( @& @+ X/ f9 lFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, : ^' @+ K+ S$ k0 b
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 E# Y/ n/ W, K3 ?+ z* F+ y8 JYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
) e/ y$ a+ {9 U/ `2 E) MBut I could have told you, Vincent,
$ g+ a. F& s- m* _& lThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ F9 W% w6 X6 e2 d$ j' b3 EFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & j( x; f$ O$ f2 n
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ s2 g( l, a/ I6 IThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # G- o" u9 P" K2 p) Z% _3 J$ u
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 r4 t/ N5 _0 s" F L7 ^
How you suffered for you sanity,; y+ n1 A5 \* T( S
How you tried to set them free,
4 b* z; e: [3 H! L! e: lThey would not listen they're not listening still,
9 Y+ D, F* p: A% D; `5 ?Perhaps they never will. |
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