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$ m4 Z: U/ x1 X8 Q) HStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 D9 l& K$ h, | s+ o* z: uLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 ^7 I+ r5 J' ~( Z! j& e2 r0 S' [! PShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& x; y* T2 d% |7 {: q j1 V- qCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
S4 c) a* L) a3 l+ u1 ^2 h u, vNow I understand what you tried to say to me,# @' {: H8 B. I+ o# P' \
How you suffered for you sanity, . Z% X- X, M0 D& X; {- S% A
How you tried to set them free, % d* u) b5 f R: I4 n9 t) x
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 F5 S' ]) f2 P. E% T$ FStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
m& o# B# _, W/ N- sSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- ]! ]9 q e* f7 n2 pColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & a6 c3 U+ _. Z2 F5 @
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 t# ^2 m* g, Y( K! X
7 ?9 K; D2 @: T z7 A2 iFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, & d) n* K* f& y$ w h! f5 n! \6 c
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# `; k7 x3 C7 q% d. ~% I; m7 w EYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 j) G6 x. D' A' k4 J
But I could have told you, Vincent, - U* }2 }& I$ j! x
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
6 Y0 m4 r2 Q# m7 s0 ?3 t) bFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ Z# l! X, y; O3 F. ]" SLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( j3 u' B0 h1 R: { T9 GThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 j& }8 \* ^! n$ ~( K
4 _7 D; h3 M* ?3 Q% \, D3 \Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
& b7 _4 W; U) r& }. Y2 l2 @$ gHow you suffered for you sanity,( ]4 z) L4 u) {1 e
How you tried to set them free,
# k8 m' G) r* b6 e/ q! j' M; w+ h9 tThey would not listen they're not listening still,
2 P4 h# E6 p6 q; j; ] yPerhaps they never will. |
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