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$ F' e0 |3 D: wStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- g$ {. c) o/ s' P+ vLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 p. V- V( \" s) e$ y! B8 UShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: Y; l+ `7 B2 n0 F
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 B( s* V# e, W3 a, }8 Z0 q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,5 i5 w' y3 D# v- m
How you suffered for you sanity, 4 Q/ y3 Y6 @) ]2 h( [3 }8 \ y
How you tried to set them free,
8 |- b7 d1 x% m' x y" v9 t$ sThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 ]' U% ]" H1 u9 K) l2 y, x( D& H+ dStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " d9 t4 W. f, y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
[, x' |. l8 P- eColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : [) @6 c' M- |5 C4 L7 P
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. X( r2 a# M# u) K: W
! y% S" g. g- ?For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 z9 Z1 ?1 l5 N
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, E" h& `0 x; e( H" G
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 B- ]2 {0 L: P, Z0 m: N6 }
But I could have told you, Vincent,
0 r- q1 i! S! g) X$ u& _. S1 j# J3 D: cThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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+ I, [! r9 q) l3 Q: eStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 y2 e: A5 F+ Z+ k' {8 M
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 g! G2 R6 _: e, D. SLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
Q0 j% J0 @! Q0 v/ q# N5 N) ] NThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' q$ r' R+ d6 O
; y9 Z3 i* ~" U) O+ jNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
& J. r: Q8 |+ H7 H$ q) K9 fHow you suffered for you sanity,
' t! J* C, V" M/ I$ K0 L# |How you tried to set them free, 4 v" z$ a0 M' i; R/ |: e8 Z
They would not listen they're not listening still,
% U4 B2 B7 B9 k) X4 U/ j+ N% g$ mPerhaps they never will. |
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