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5 e4 `4 P6 H5 {% i9 [Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ ?: w8 E4 J7 r2 w2 CLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 2 l- F R" ]3 W% Z) H7 e
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," L; a# @% o/ y( d7 M( x* w1 A, M
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " a9 t( G. b0 S+ V& }
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,: U* S# r: h9 v2 V9 h; ?
How you suffered for you sanity,
( x; I1 K" W8 R* P7 Y; O0 R: _! hHow you tried to set them free, 8 f/ K; W7 r7 o; d% u7 P
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 {4 U! _' n/ T# A; T
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 M9 P5 N' K6 e/ ` }( Y# HSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % p. I# Z6 [9 I& ^1 }# W2 E' e% i0 D
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 x8 [2 s! k& F8 o; {5 i2 n; TWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " f& f. e0 U9 B4 O
7 e4 X$ s* U' s7 Z) EFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
* V+ i j! t( q$ w( g8 e4 t) vAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) g. X W1 |0 h: X% O$ y. f: pYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 h* `; T8 h* W+ N% ?' d4 y; U, ?8 Q( T
But I could have told you, Vincent,
2 \$ F" [3 [0 c! MThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; O g8 ?) `6 Z! f/ QFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 N' ]5 V8 n' t2 o7 O' H
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" I' y! C3 w6 ~+ G( Y; J6 yThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # [1 x6 y. P7 F2 y; x# B, g# w! r
! Q0 G# ]: [7 ~$ O2 t; nNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, & ? |% K3 s' y4 @ h
How you suffered for you sanity,+ i# ^( e+ r+ U! K. B
How you tried to set them free,
8 E& W$ z' o/ _3 B. t8 k3 oThey would not listen they're not listening still, % I6 y% G2 H! I8 C
Perhaps they never will. |
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