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# R: Q. Z/ W1 r$ h( ^Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% V4 L/ w# B; R7 ^Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + y, w' u: `+ _
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, s8 p z, |' U) h; bCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 C4 P/ G1 v3 ^# ]
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,5 J. k( \2 p% x9 l+ X/ T
How you suffered for you sanity, , x4 |3 H* b% p \ L/ u9 U4 I
How you tried to set them free,
. ~/ X( [- l. }1 QThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; V0 L8 {! }; u2 h% sStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 T# k; s G! v9 h" y/ `
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 v7 r& w/ t* p" F& Z3 `
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 H/ S: c5 X( r% l
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - K* N V/ K$ T+ n$ |/ w% n6 h1 K0 [
0 G- ~1 \, s2 R+ g ?, G* |For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
1 i" e+ i6 _& x0 V1 a PAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 E3 r5 C0 X! O6 H& B( I- X0 ^- KYou took your life as lovers ofter do, % i! b5 |5 R, m; d
But I could have told you, Vincent,
. d% X' ^& c; G- l9 a6 [4 x* RThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / p6 A# U2 q5 n
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 u4 t S. }5 R" ?) h' b$ EFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 A9 q" t: n! V6 r! o/ f' NLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : O0 m& |& y) X
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 l6 D# u9 O& E+ @4 F; W0 p
$ \4 n' g7 n8 T5 u1 i. CNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 8 u8 F9 s- K% B- r4 y _
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 r# o# m4 f YHow you tried to set them free, ( d+ [" |6 X3 `6 a
They would not listen they're not listening still,
- C6 K, j a1 l- f; ]# R' @Perhaps they never will. |
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