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, ~) r8 s! A+ w0 H5 sStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! S# I3 o" I: z* H* p" CLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# R! Q' o( Q4 x, \8 DShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 [: p/ V7 W+ J$ V7 N2 U% N2 [( JCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ @4 N6 {" J9 g. W$ QNow I understand what you tried to say to me,, w/ k/ S# s* m7 J
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ \& h1 j* k) c+ CHow you tried to set them free, ; I% m/ Z8 \" i$ ?
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - o$ J+ u' \4 H6 n% @* x5 O
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, n; T" j% K5 E
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& I* W" @5 n8 Z* r7 C* H; c$ K$ `Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ G2 ]" ~* ~# k! r$ o+ z- ^Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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8 `9 S% o% D, g1 \9 o$ S( qFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
% Q* \8 \9 s E ^, N, wAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # \4 E( k* O& Y$ A. F3 N
You took your life as lovers ofter do, # e2 Q1 w/ h7 \+ G
But I could have told you, Vincent, M! A! Z/ {2 k$ ^+ P
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 |0 t& W6 @( k- V: E* G8 |Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 L+ @/ h8 k3 a! t* J7 K' B) JLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( ~' T* e; t' ]8 U1 V% y, s' b; r
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 {; { M. u! X- K/ j
$ n! x( w# @1 y O9 H) XNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
# O# c, l8 r! y& Q0 n/ u; PHow you suffered for you sanity,/ w! `1 e$ Z9 H
How you tried to set them free,
' N: r( A% w# |: B t* g5 ~: mThey would not listen they're not listening still, 7 J) A* y! J. U% o/ D
Perhaps they never will. |
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