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8 d( A6 y9 P) ~& j/ m8 \Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 I! U' X F% z) b6 p% n! _
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- S1 F* z/ w I+ a8 O$ w9 jShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' I! h. v$ _) [6 y |( ]. t/ KCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + U$ P& o4 n; Z' z. n% z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
, l6 H z h6 u1 G3 {! J# V' g9 RHow you suffered for you sanity, 9 k! L! i7 J8 I t- J
How you tried to set them free,
2 @9 k, D& G' R- d+ q% E$ UThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' q5 c1 r1 y u6 L" {Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 \; [3 i8 C0 E/ | B5 \- |4 m/ c0 z
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) K" w' f: S: n3 Y6 j: ~' J
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( s+ A Y0 L. F* c# _( K1 q
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : b" d$ K: J6 Z% O
t5 s% F' O+ B+ KFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ I7 L% ^" ] h' ?' V; ^Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - V! h7 q3 m- h5 J
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
N- J* K9 v5 J. w9 [3 FBut I could have told you, Vincent,
- |6 U0 y! e. sThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 B6 T8 w3 B0 H1 k% n/ j3 X# E
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* R, T* `# ], E& f* F7 \Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ v5 g& p. g/ eLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ P E% e# g0 J; s; D1 QThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 i2 w1 H( ^5 }) [1 q1 _, X
4 N! @: E" R+ f2 h9 ~4 MNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
0 I; X1 ~+ a# T& P! LHow you suffered for you sanity,5 t# `/ ?" Y7 ?2 o2 }; r* z4 m
How you tried to set them free,
u/ {$ i$ f1 w( N2 TThey would not listen they're not listening still, % m: k" ~$ L+ e+ N7 l& |2 w
Perhaps they never will. |
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