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6 x. a$ g0 j7 [9 c- X3 m8 ` }Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* b8 y7 p; x% b% T' nLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" D, C% g2 ~) P0 q. m$ F: TShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% P) z* p6 a& q. J
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# R% h% N- V* X) X5 F3 u& X3 f: jNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
: Q7 Y& U; {; G5 L! }3 B+ w! cHow you suffered for you sanity,
8 v( p x! m0 B! C* K" xHow you tried to set them free, i* b' _* b A* ^) j b+ h
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . o" h, l6 ~* R" J* p8 }! D
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 ~1 p3 D' ~$ m) `3 W& nSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% Y' w8 a6 f$ |4 X$ CColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * t1 F4 K- S2 H5 @
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * p. q& J: x$ r' m: L7 A
$ h; K7 F" B [' ?, EFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, # |1 j( Z/ Y' U0 H, {& q4 D
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 i) f" _! a: R3 c
You took your life as lovers ofter do, % g& w% A; b3 V
But I could have told you, Vincent, 8 @# o( M; {/ }' j2 j1 c }
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - [ |, l" g" C& Y
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & [) d% f' u. p' `
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; A3 Q; |: b0 i! C
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ D% Q: N" d; c: p) Z
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 I( @8 I1 ]% J
1 z* C7 H! a( {8 L0 n+ v4 `% tNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 k$ P9 G; B5 n- h0 i1 U! c- z4 N$ L
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 o( L+ ]5 ?2 o) p- g# Q( WHow you tried to set them free,
3 @. @" W6 m9 u7 Z A$ o4 b; _They would not listen they're not listening still, , _# y; A& c& G$ m
Perhaps they never will. |
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