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?# @/ d/ S3 _2 ?2 c3 wStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 b2 B) A8 h* J/ A- @7 oLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, V& J" _9 s8 H( P$ k" B
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( x# U, C4 C8 x. z0 ^& J& O
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 q( y- M2 b% J3 s0 HNow I understand what you tried to say to me,, N) V0 j9 |( j, V' l* @ X" v
How you suffered for you sanity, $ N% O9 c9 k$ {$ m3 g' W8 \
How you tried to set them free, . _0 ]8 s" J7 J& D% Q' I
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, E% S* y8 {8 dStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' t8 ]' T4 Z) FSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 R, k6 `8 d8 M0 {Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ R, B$ v% `2 l$ ~Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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( I1 H1 n6 O+ `+ O9 hFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, T0 r& I' d* i }: K# m; k5 S
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 `( v0 [: c1 b3 x6 rYou took your life as lovers ofter do, / {- y2 D1 S' g
But I could have told you, Vincent,
" _1 x0 z- o9 JThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 i i1 L6 W0 }( Y) S2 F# L
@( W5 ~( N4 ]! rStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ l; h* ?/ v9 I3 \& q( S) {) ? hFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* G" T* A* c7 Z/ h9 T( [; jLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' K& {# D- H) N) p! {7 G) }
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ V" C+ A* R' i# k! J4 k
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' V# Y0 p( I* C. x' k' a0 n3 d) r( wHow you suffered for you sanity,, a! Y f q5 Y
How you tried to set them free,
4 l$ ?8 s9 _' I5 y% K% |They would not listen they're not listening still, , j2 q0 v- Y) y) C ? A9 [7 Y
Perhaps they never will. |
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