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; b# E; ]5 E& q% pStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 J: _! k& [% v: Z w- lLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ _ A: {, O1 T! x" {0 u- ]Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 R' d3 x* p) J: \8 a! P c
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( H' W4 J* H! e9 V* i% k2 J+ NNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
; _1 r+ q }; b3 }How you suffered for you sanity, # J [$ H8 o" x/ L, {& y0 f4 e8 `
How you tried to set them free, 7 a6 G1 k* U9 M, }
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! h1 B" s+ p" ]9 u
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# n. Y. P3 \5 \ GSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / ^2 t s. y% K- M- ~2 K% l0 l8 B* X# c
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 a; p" R1 z( n& \/ }
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 z8 z4 M' s# d1 C- s! L5 J* ]
$ K8 Q- E, e8 x+ m% M2 MFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, . U5 h8 r6 V U+ p
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" y% e# y! [0 }$ s# @You took your life as lovers ofter do, , h, y3 O) R+ |- w% B' D/ `& b% f
But I could have told you, Vincent,
* |) v$ E( Y5 ]. \, rThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# W E3 Q, V: c! `$ e9 M% _& c# ~Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
k+ y4 O1 s9 h! r- w4 pLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- ~: S3 s+ e4 y4 o6 PThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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3 \% {: N. N, a/ y2 C5 \7 ?( Q' zNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, * L( i0 G- @5 S
How you suffered for you sanity,+ Y0 S0 M s, H/ S- ^8 j" X6 F, E
How you tried to set them free,
( L6 c; `, m2 P5 Z) z3 ]They would not listen they're not listening still, : P4 R+ L2 c2 H- k
Perhaps they never will. |
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