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2 b/ u) ~/ K, Y4 N, D9 Q2 \Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) H8 z# |6 V& H D- x
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 b/ Y, m, c, p8 e; p) N& i
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) V2 Y7 \9 C; j; xCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , ]2 S [& z, K! z: k2 O
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,; D% h" t. h! q; `6 g8 X
How you suffered for you sanity, , Y3 j7 h; p: {/ o8 W$ K3 G8 \
How you tried to set them free, 0 g: z- Q9 n y3 [+ l
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 P3 H" t( A) ^0 v; ]: j
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : U: P/ g0 s* l1 d; A
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 E: j p! \% i
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 N1 {5 b* A. P/ `+ U$ \' S3 a8 p4 ?
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . _% z% w$ [# h/ Y/ [/ k- S
4 _. R _8 x9 [6 ]* l& GFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 t' K9 v8 k6 Y9 z; M5 L9 O% lAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / J% B2 y4 ~& ]9 ]
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
- ~4 a7 R' b6 _( i8 s$ |But I could have told you, Vincent,
* H) T; @) m5 X% lThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 |! X8 |0 G+ tFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 t7 \; r& a0 {5 _Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + l0 D# h( F2 x( r: u X, K
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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. ~2 T& w1 n( [2 ^, x- e. ZNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 ^6 ^( T) }' zHow you suffered for you sanity,
: ^5 ]+ v# F& t* m) Z9 _, ~4 C' FHow you tried to set them free,
/ D! |# O0 A, ?) A$ B- t2 ^: ~They would not listen they're not listening still, ; n! C& P3 r" T5 \, A
Perhaps they never will. |
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