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6 u4 m \ b! a1 GStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; o" ?+ ^ F9 |" n- vLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 E9 U1 a& K% a6 v" Y" ]0 bShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 q3 G- y0 K/ I( [0 c) H* k
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! a; }5 z6 X: z0 c. K/ d- I& r
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,; Z, o6 t0 v( U. ?0 J1 Z
How you suffered for you sanity, 3 n0 d5 Y; e1 V
How you tried to set them free,
" K( Q0 e, x+ v* q) aThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
? G2 k8 T+ q7 a8 ~- mStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ i9 W9 ~. P& c1 o9 \) k
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! B: |6 j* f: C9 }' g; o1 r- j5 ~! H1 _1 u
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # c5 n2 n+ b6 Z7 v% @! L
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 n7 P+ G% A3 s- u$ S
+ @5 L1 L7 f+ [6 W% v. \) SFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, # j0 k3 Q* f+ v K( z
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 Z. f5 p; @+ Y% a0 |" p& y
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 [: C" j' F! c z% o
But I could have told you, Vincent, 1 ]' f8 Q+ E" F! u: z" k: t
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; _! B' Y( m7 E: k9 N* S6 k# Y
P) s2 j: f$ {Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
R# v* z$ m' `1 dFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! i: X8 T8 A8 P& a
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
J5 ]6 m, Z; _! O1 eThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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& q& [4 H$ Q+ Y& h' P! q7 ANow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' r! X B; y4 b s& n/ THow you suffered for you sanity,
[( m9 P$ I7 o; j, FHow you tried to set them free,
$ b# n% y6 ~7 }& P: dThey would not listen they're not listening still,
! R! ~! O+ H) C6 W+ g0 RPerhaps they never will. |
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