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?' n w6 |9 `Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, c/ J/ F( r E3 k5 r3 D+ \. ^6 vLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 b0 @5 [* [1 M7 z: r% }; O& s ]Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 M6 v. G" W$ r" _, ~
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & [* A* E: u2 b1 ~
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 @5 Z; I( i2 Y5 ` Q- g! T& \How you suffered for you sanity, # ]) ^/ S$ I& h' B
How you tried to set them free,
8 q) U) n7 u6 t2 f/ gThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 P: }# v% D/ {" T- q
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 c/ |3 h% v( U) W9 x5 T& r3 hSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 F+ @! E5 y1 ~+ C6 |Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( V9 Y5 k& v0 A! FWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / x9 s) _. k/ T/ `6 N
/ s; f/ o2 t' O) Q+ B" HFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ' L/ f9 K) \2 x
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 u" U" v h/ Q( ^; RYou took your life as lovers ofter do, % p% D! C- b0 d7 ?, u
But I could have told you, Vincent,
2 J1 d$ }+ j4 T( A; f4 e& b1 PThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( n% O' U# V# n
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 F) f2 K4 k, o( E; r7 xFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 x: C. u# Y# g& R ULike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* } d. {1 L3 D" A+ u1 @8 ~The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
: W; K5 N( Y" \4 w7 Z8 F4 r% n0 D$ y" T% @: G$ ?
Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
T6 d2 F: e$ q& |' ~How you suffered for you sanity,
: R& d) l! q* A* P2 n, hHow you tried to set them free,
9 W( ]0 v5 g% I: d& Z; ]" EThey would not listen they're not listening still,
4 p: q7 T. Z5 s7 APerhaps they never will. |
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