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4 _- P( J g6 }* \+ ?8 qStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" h" }' o; \# P% X XLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 X1 k8 s8 [4 S4 U5 }+ BShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, f: F# n" p' ^* t' l8 z7 M. ^/ j
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 K: z! j+ o7 J, W5 ZNow I understand what you tried to say to me," v: ]4 H+ X1 K+ N; h" v$ @4 j" I
How you suffered for you sanity, + F4 c H. v3 Q9 f, A+ |3 a; J; T
How you tried to set them free,
/ y' M3 W+ P9 F7 U# L/ YThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 M1 `! @6 ?' Z4 ZStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ A1 A: {, m( x0 O- b- rSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & `) t$ |, ^5 q$ M U' Z3 ~5 S1 ?
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) l( B( |# C! ?2 h" ^3 `& d) E. jWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . z! v( M; t7 W% k
2 f1 G$ f, C& f/ A4 D- Y, JFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 Y6 ~+ W5 A2 A1 { ]# [- a
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) q/ Y& A8 \/ I4 OYou took your life as lovers ofter do, - @. `$ @. Q% p, v* Z" c
But I could have told you, Vincent, 5 m5 E9 R2 d1 j, O1 _& h- n
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. w1 A' ~2 C3 J6 _9 x5 x) N
1 G3 }: e0 W3 P7 P2 L nStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& h* y( N. e; l) WFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' h/ Q: ?, R0 G9 A+ C
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" l# q+ L% X5 g* L7 s0 Q0 xThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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3 Y5 v1 p: w3 F8 ^" ^Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, : ^: V6 h J" W( w. B# l3 }* ^
How you suffered for you sanity,
& A) Z: t7 _$ h0 B8 f2 GHow you tried to set them free,
" U! {; [6 ^5 \/ xThey would not listen they're not listening still,
8 ~* p' I# t/ P6 g) @Perhaps they never will. |
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