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! }9 U% x# K# X+ k/ c# Q7 F o# p9 DStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - O. C3 ^/ L7 {$ c
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% d: q8 c: e: M* B1 sShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 C: o$ r5 X* o) y# D" kCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
y1 _1 f( C$ o xNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 V: d! L S7 gHow you suffered for you sanity,
' x: g6 J3 `7 d( y: MHow you tried to set them free, - |- `; J2 C1 ^; l4 i
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 s6 V& d$ `* c1 B* q" j7 c
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ v3 C5 I- i0 Z7 WSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 a" R$ w4 v: T2 l9 NColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, W( | _" l$ V* _) Z5 nWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. {0 ^6 \1 t% z7 r4 j1 T. ~" @! p
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, + o, K$ m7 j8 ^4 i
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' r0 G1 q7 y5 c, u; kYou took your life as lovers ofter do, _8 c5 V1 v' g) d* T$ ]
But I could have told you, Vincent, ; A% t. ?) Y: ~% \
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 l# h5 K- r$ B9 |
8 E$ {$ x- T! |; N. f: `0 _Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 S' J+ B8 w0 A; |1 }0 uFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# b7 x& e L* O& Z! ALike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; c8 E0 [5 `5 n( |
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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& k. f8 e! ?1 ^" \Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, * G' {! u: ?$ X7 J& R
How you suffered for you sanity,$ ~4 ` X1 ^! q9 z3 Y7 o8 r
How you tried to set them free,
! v4 V# x. o0 {) p' ^# o( KThey would not listen they're not listening still, - d7 Y3 j1 x+ D2 R( b+ t
Perhaps they never will. |
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