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) P2 X. `* A$ s' [Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 ~$ \3 {2 k1 e- ?0 h! \
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( w; I% M( d9 Q+ r4 z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* |9 l% q6 I& X' V, r9 _' \% L1 J2 zCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 }) J& U. e/ r" |8 y% u' T
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 u2 R8 Q$ J) b1 dHow you suffered for you sanity, , c% m. ]0 m$ t' L4 I P
How you tried to set them free, ) z' A9 Q" O, f1 g) `4 O- b' v$ C
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 I; A. j/ u# {2 ?Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ W1 y* Q5 s0 B- P6 Q# p. r
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . m( a2 h2 `% l+ d) s1 x
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 l$ k/ y/ L% e9 a3 tWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 k/ \4 Z! f( p; W8 o
" P+ c) g" L. J' p! yFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 9 W8 T& @" f! q; Y8 A" G
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) h( O% B# M0 R9 r& o. I, qYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 u0 u! S; M2 Q" [
But I could have told you, Vincent, ' k) S: ?1 r3 O" @, [
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % v0 ?; X: l! m% P/ m# L, ^
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. o+ F. B" y& M& CFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 I/ j+ S& W( h/ T: Q7 ?Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 A- ~( v% ~* @) H, |
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 o5 |! `6 B9 {' Q
- @; A5 b/ C8 M$ Y1 sNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; y! H$ Z8 ~, s2 l% Y# V* k- m4 kHow you suffered for you sanity,
9 A: k: s# A- ]0 Z0 z. ~4 L! QHow you tried to set them free,
* v+ ]# g* L- k* U# Y4 V, yThey would not listen they're not listening still,
4 q" q' J, H" {0 w; \' H, L( w$ b- GPerhaps they never will. |
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