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$ V( Z$ P9 z, J& k) O% f/ k' wStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' C8 h+ [' Z8 H7 VLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
) L' x% k' d' l" H/ D$ qShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# F; J2 G6 u. U6 r
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 t) X7 w7 O0 p! Y6 sNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ }9 }% W5 F$ d- kHow you suffered for you sanity,
! y9 g- D6 \, D3 T2 ]* yHow you tried to set them free, $ `1 J( M Y$ ^" {; c( p2 A |
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 U A7 g: e4 {/ D1 a
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) p2 R- o0 G5 F2 V
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 ~: f7 W2 ?: C. D# sColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 I5 j9 n# z* s
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " @ O, ? z4 o7 Z7 t
0 m( M/ A2 W. [8 q, Q1 [ x+ T6 w" }* y; bFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, * u$ h! @7 K s R5 c ^% K% b/ ?
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! V+ S* d: w& i5 v
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
. n/ u3 N! W# j8 T& q( Z0 ]7 Y' k: MBut I could have told you, Vincent, 1 ^$ [1 |$ K( j9 r9 J8 k' M
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % ?$ u4 W( [6 h+ g$ y; G! N
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, |" t. _: o% L4 a, z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 P( R% a3 J0 E& y( n5 C8 a
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 c' c/ n8 ?6 P" RThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 I8 ?4 z; e8 ]
0 d1 H% A) t5 @Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
8 M# p% b" b- m% C3 u( AHow you suffered for you sanity,
2 y* F% Y! j0 M9 SHow you tried to set them free,
# V( U- C, P' o( sThey would not listen they're not listening still, - a- ~8 N r# z
Perhaps they never will. |
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