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* O0 ]! o+ k6 i+ r) ?# sStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " z* n" }5 R( H( S9 I4 B! h
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 u2 i5 h! ^! ^% A3 j* PShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& C* D& y, x/ `% F" T# K; UCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: y2 x% _- y* G9 k1 eNow I understand what you tried to say to me,4 B" ~0 V- k: f/ S
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ G9 S& E9 C, S' p$ E; W" kHow you tried to set them free,
( L' n# @- G) O' HThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 S* M3 T& H( M% \) ]Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( k' O6 H C3 s8 S6 e' K+ y, oSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ O. W0 s0 H2 j, XColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" j+ n. x* I$ {4 O, oWeathered 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,
, B" d+ y3 S- J8 X6 lAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , ^& L/ C0 ~5 M$ v3 g
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 o. u q$ }4 f4 ~But I could have told you, Vincent,
% R# q4 l. v8 }# O* `% C9 D5 ?This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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: w) S1 p2 Z t6 t% xStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 Y d9 A1 X! [5 C- ~Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 ] C/ I' _: C) I; O6 Y% nLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- ~- i. ?2 f1 I( p" G: \The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 G& @- p9 d# F# E8 v# @, ]7 L
: y3 M* q# L% M5 i0 S6 G; ]Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, + G9 Z1 g5 k8 P( I N( Y6 W4 U
How you suffered for you sanity,
. W0 F5 b( Y! N0 g% ]# iHow you tried to set them free, $ C% ?: b6 @# G- x
They would not listen they're not listening still,
) b9 ]1 G2 {- v# d2 L/ {Perhaps they never will. |
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