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! _, }- }' J) b5 ^1 _2 S& |2 gStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . Y8 Q, X& t5 f( o! b4 Z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; |+ _( C0 n5 a9 i# jShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# C2 m6 G5 O4 ~$ M+ H- ?# ^6 ICatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 z$ x( g. f7 S9 L8 V3 B6 GNow I understand what you tried to say to me,3 f$ F; S; a2 Z' ~
How you suffered for you sanity, : r$ s- I2 k' V, ?# i
How you tried to set them free,
) ^7 n! }+ k7 f4 J3 VThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 Z) U$ o0 a- G
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 v0 E [; u% s( |- u1 _Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 V% W9 z4 H8 }/ O2 D: U; X$ N2 ?" x
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) e Z3 W# O( jWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : S2 D4 V: R4 ]* {/ Z" W# b
% e) W7 \: [9 E, a) rFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 F+ y2 F% E3 ?' l" L, G# O6 @
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 U& w0 _# I) m: A4 \" D
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
' _+ Y0 |1 o4 u9 s% e( m% Q" uBut I could have told you, Vincent,
2 g$ J$ H9 v; UThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & \1 _ K! A4 o3 f5 G
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- _ W9 t! K, W* |- Q( v. KFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, {" g; w2 ^' g! X' eLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , v( h4 e Q7 d! ]( u
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,
. {. C" z) ]5 K; BHow you suffered for you sanity,
- s' C: w' W0 c: o. h, f5 R" mHow you tried to set them free, 5 L+ [$ ]( ^3 p: T+ p& v
They would not listen they're not listening still, $ N' P' @# P' o4 L; U3 f
Perhaps they never will. |
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