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( h, @" m' f% f! ]6 ]3 k0 x6 L6 kStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# t, \$ m9 U1 U9 |Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - j9 a* V5 e( c0 z$ l& g7 z7 `
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' A# ~; m! s* U! Q. NCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; W6 q* L' [8 ? \
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,; j( k8 Y( [& [, z. V
How you suffered for you sanity, A8 ]2 y# a+ o r4 z) @% w
How you tried to set them free, 3 O& K1 u$ a5 l# R! ]8 w4 x8 Y
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* r% e* q% k0 C- O9 GStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% @, p; {& @% u7 I+ VSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 p/ \5 |8 a" v9 b2 _* Q5 K
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 ] Q# x# O! Q; V( u) k* N1 D& E
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * ~, ^5 m6 q2 d; L: j* a% N6 b) q
5 K9 u7 k8 F/ @$ M9 A* T$ a9 |For they could not love you, but still your love was true, : ?, R, i; U/ g; P% n
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' u+ @0 D W) ~/ qYou took your life as lovers ofter do, # C' m( v9 y1 q# S4 g+ B% r
But I could have told you, Vincent,
4 \ z, U4 _4 h2 z% s8 M* Z' t$ k aThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & i- T* M/ j$ h
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. j0 ~1 [# t+ e
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 \2 M2 }( b+ B/ uThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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D @9 ~. z8 H' e; y8 S. ^8 jNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 \1 G' E6 `8 G5 G! C( l3 qHow you suffered for you sanity,
6 S( S* o1 p; ^* v7 y8 n3 FHow you tried to set them free, 2 S" F$ U8 z+ m+ N e7 w2 V
They would not listen they're not listening still,
- Z& x8 D/ ~6 L7 G$ `. U0 O5 ~! hPerhaps they never will. |
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