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5 D) X9 c1 x0 i* f7 A0 R) g1 ]7 BStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 U) L1 H6 q- [2 m- \ d, ]
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 o4 w8 K! p+ T, ~9 yShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! c8 n* a; g( R+ {) ~5 O4 f- t
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 ~. z! ~! S1 o3 w7 f6 UNow I understand what you tried to say to me,1 C4 G9 j) v+ B! Q/ D
How you suffered for you sanity, 0 g7 q$ v+ N* k0 X2 ?- Y
How you tried to set them free,
" F; Q6 U9 T8 I6 Q) K9 e2 W2 Z# eThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 g1 S# q4 O! p0 h: r5 T
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 q+ A$ M5 \- y; R
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ i: [2 W8 q# n" D2 W8 `, xColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 k1 \ W9 f; \) h- n; s0 @
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # s# S6 `* J: h( G" I4 b
4 Y7 u! Z6 O4 L% GFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
# k* r0 P$ E7 RAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! n/ C/ \+ ~; Y( B7 D- EYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 i/ w- u0 O/ c4 L8 o' C$ _But I could have told you, Vincent, ' Y/ T/ o- _" ?
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' A5 d4 z1 ?" ?# A' h
m5 b- { {; ?4 ?" kStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) C) B& W" a/ \- d
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. P1 S! k! b* d. f2 ~
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, % z$ w0 x# |4 F1 m/ J) O
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, % M& B; C" D0 z. P1 f' Q4 d
How you suffered for you sanity,
# `( H% D! a) y6 B4 qHow you tried to set them free, 1 [8 K6 v8 D Q/ d8 w/ `( ^
They would not listen they're not listening still,
9 l) P, f0 l; A- `Perhaps they never will. |
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