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3 ~; [% ^% H# A$ e1 ZStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ `1 K! n5 @" Q4 Q; f" e8 Q; uLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 A3 e o4 `5 M% h7 q* Y( }
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! `9 w, F; t# v1 h' w
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ z9 U t4 d$ G( J; ?( ANow I understand what you tried to say to me,
& b% J4 O4 S4 K* R4 ?. L2 g5 O5 f9 VHow you suffered for you sanity, & C1 ?0 O" \$ X- l; q8 y
How you tried to set them free, + I- B- @/ C$ q( T x6 L
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' f. Q; T% q' W) F9 r- [3 B: P
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / B k1 N* t+ A' }0 m
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% v3 h1 t8 D# q1 E& z4 y) Z$ R/ rColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; q2 u2 C; W8 q+ f
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 y% ?- d+ g# t( s2 a
/ W9 n5 ~% v% D: F' N& eFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, , |6 X8 F4 ^: c1 K- d9 c
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - i* ?9 l/ i% s7 p
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 f' L5 N. y3 O) c: p' X8 Y; G. BBut I could have told you, Vincent,
1 `5 L8 }* U4 c! \: {! ~This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 Y; P: L) ^9 E; m$ vFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . w) |0 i6 u$ s9 |6 c% C7 _: |" W
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 d) V* c# x S2 O+ BThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 f- ^" b+ C2 G# \2 _3 C3 O" T K
1 f" F- |9 g+ z$ UNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 0 H9 ?& I% O6 x! E/ g/ K
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 _+ Y3 T1 g" ^3 r! Z$ k8 ~/ q2 qHow you tried to set them free, $ @9 R: D3 A1 F7 i" g
They would not listen they're not listening still, " j5 \; e5 g/ m/ N' h
Perhaps they never will. |
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