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7 F5 F$ _2 \3 @( i. c! |3 ~Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 H# C8 V6 S9 N# Z. RLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' Y% c( @: o4 W, V# X j. g8 b
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 J' x, }3 M) @" v) ~3 D
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. U& ?5 x6 g# Q$ u3 ~( BNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
; h4 ?5 I' X* xHow you suffered for you sanity, 6 l2 s6 W8 r, p4 x; P$ Q+ F
How you tried to set them free,
5 s1 j% Z% @ uThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! U5 E1 }* d7 J# J/ qStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + e% ~! @4 ^$ {) A
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 b( v! @, V' o8 y3 d* ~4 c! OColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, J$ ^+ k7 f( c% c* N$ T xWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ _! z7 l' \$ i
$ Q Z8 S+ e8 cFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
. R8 \1 M7 O2 e% r0 {Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + h' Y' \- X/ l! V+ A0 p m
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
& \6 Z: d3 \0 jBut I could have told you, Vincent,
3 g- y& X+ w6 i+ s4 V1 ?This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * A/ ?; d( |2 o/ [. I
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! ]7 {$ X$ q z+ t& HFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * w$ h F! @ ^- Y. [2 ]
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + m6 q* m7 p7 x4 |
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, # p6 }; y- `- M/ i8 }7 ~! [# j O
How you suffered for you sanity,( k$ W& j6 P: e0 v
How you tried to set them free, 1 L! C2 S; {5 H1 S0 z. z
They would not listen they're not listening still,
" W2 x$ X+ [9 ^Perhaps they never will. |
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