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, {- C! I; F' |- Y) c: X9 dStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 C7 q! z$ ]/ ]' {. X+ O3 D9 n, m7 @Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- q( G6 i6 q2 E) _. VShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 }/ G/ W% W( yCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / o' ~* ? W n3 O* y! p& p. o) f
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,/ b' X9 K5 f( C2 {$ A/ l( n
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 o$ _" v$ C- \! uHow you tried to set them free,
* ]+ n* Y' T# F3 n4 LThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 I2 W$ p& K' oStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ W( J7 O7 ?! y/ P2 N3 j2 a; e% {! _; DSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . ^, x) O3 w: { o9 L0 j
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 z9 s1 ?8 D# L8 c5 }. |$ ^# Y
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % u) b( r n' _: _2 v# v4 \2 f
2 L. r: D" b6 p' M0 @9 U) FFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ E; J1 r7 y5 S6 M; `Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& }3 U" P e0 a$ m6 Q9 ?, xYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 x# i X ~0 l3 }9 Z! U* W
But I could have told you, Vincent, ( w' b L* h. e. \ a5 _) @' o
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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% Q2 G6 h1 c6 R2 ^Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* @ @3 a$ r# l/ q ?& L& h p; lFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ T+ e+ p0 R) d. a$ R9 xLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 ?2 u1 Z5 u: J T3 X
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 c1 b0 e" F: ?2 \2 B: D
7 L) ]: V9 Q: o+ ?* WNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ G j2 I, F }0 ]% D' d' I: t. }
How you suffered for you sanity,
. T) k3 n, n9 nHow you tried to set them free,
/ E# a- }$ U9 ?% ?They would not listen they're not listening still,
{5 _' m$ h% t" `8 NPerhaps they never will. |
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