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) h, d. _2 G5 x1 V1 iStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) Y+ r, i, O* a- Q) \; r& F% xLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 2 B2 i$ Q1 f: C. q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 ]) @, T& w" a- i, k0 _Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 K' w9 t* v% v ?) y6 z' r
Now I understand what you tried to say to me," z; r( V$ [: i) u* m
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ U+ X G7 Z# z& P J: d; SHow you tried to set them free, 5 [% }3 J! y' L
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 j. T7 r. ~% ]: @Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, % z8 Z4 G* k2 x8 t4 }/ d
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! F0 z- I9 \$ |7 JColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% c3 r. ~! s' w0 \8 q3 A/ AWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - s7 _- F4 t0 T: A9 N( L
0 H: O$ ]7 k. N$ q' L3 [For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; i* S7 s T& H7 e) t; }Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, d" K, }9 `; B+ l4 V" }& L
You took your life as lovers ofter do, . p% R6 t) i0 Z8 K: g
But I could have told you, Vincent, 0 Z) Y: S& C! } j
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% n% Y- U4 l) c0 ^+ a9 JFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & x1 j |8 }. t
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 p; _+ o6 U% T. v8 j( ~
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " \1 H& _7 k% F: _
7 l3 O# C& Q4 B7 _3 J" A" V# jNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
7 E! V- G. B+ L+ u0 o; I, c, ~2 XHow you suffered for you sanity,
) W. ^% I# Y, D# l0 { xHow you tried to set them free, 7 Z) C1 K: ?; X7 [; i! x, R
They would not listen they're not listening still,
2 J" L: `/ ]( g1 v# @5 SPerhaps they never will. |
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