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. T" G w8 e7 V3 h8 Z# kStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 r, L- g4 Z0 u1 G' j+ ?
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 J% v2 a1 ]: o1 m2 PShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# [1 P! }' ~7 G0 B4 U5 mCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * [$ J1 u- p) F$ ^! z$ F
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
. o6 `6 ~' l6 `& K/ ^7 j G: b& z [How you suffered for you sanity,
0 c2 J9 R3 t5 o3 qHow you tried to set them free, & b. r0 h; m8 ^' K/ b
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # S8 m2 ^- z+ U( U4 {2 Q
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 k1 ^ a( v& S8 Y/ v. N" o& MSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 r4 e" R% A& l0 r! _Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 ], \& i, r( f& Q1 F
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 [! z, P1 ?1 G5 l, E; R( e' }
( v: d! T W9 `4 |: ]& cFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
1 o+ r7 o; t9 \' V) YAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' w8 ]) f B( u+ H, |You took your life as lovers ofter do, ' I/ B$ B4 c D* e# d0 E
But I could have told you, Vincent,
/ G9 y+ B* E0 T" ~This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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: F% F7 n9 E: PStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % R* @3 v0 Y9 S. K7 q5 I8 H
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 l: Z& ?) E' nLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. g) o3 Z4 Z9 `0 b/ c8 JThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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8 R: a$ B& H, JNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ) x1 n1 l; N4 l: |6 L; x
How you suffered for you sanity,# r1 B0 _8 F: c5 N* z8 i9 ?3 P
How you tried to set them free,
, X6 m8 J. s7 |They would not listen they're not listening still, W z6 e" w5 y3 K" Y/ R4 `
Perhaps they never will. |
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