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o! t5 v7 G1 q6 `+ ~$ `Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 q! d+ z: n1 W2 c
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 w* \( O. d w" {( F# D9 P4 @Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, I+ L- A# {: s0 ?( e
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; d5 o( a( H* @# e; V
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,9 o) l4 K' d! l. i3 w; N
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 s! { j l3 q7 cHow you tried to set them free,
; T: p9 N# p$ z" dThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- s5 ^# {" ?. WStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 `+ B U B4 M( i/ W, P* P _8 F* hSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 i; n. d; m* X: b* T' `% e
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 v0 T0 Y6 e+ U: _0 e9 d
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 G! N0 T3 S/ R7 `- O" D5 t
' O& ]: z e: l: E% n# rFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 3 u( T3 U, x$ z" f2 R5 R. ^" ^
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * H# D; w; M% {2 s# O% V2 r( e
You took your life as lovers ofter do, - B* C$ F9 p( V3 ^1 _7 {; M8 ?
But I could have told you, Vincent, $ q/ c9 _, `2 Y0 P) C. ?. L6 c+ y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 \1 X, J+ {4 A( q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # a. q Z0 {& Y, c$ h
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 S& k# F8 D- ]! C* i4 A& eThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + d: P# \+ l4 @; I
! W# t. u: ~4 Q6 m, CNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 7 k& u$ u5 E- t( j
How you suffered for you sanity," Z( F! B$ l4 i$ T2 e
How you tried to set them free, ! h4 V1 |$ ^( s; o: W4 B
They would not listen they're not listening still,
. i, y" g! X+ Z# ~Perhaps they never will. |
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