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) T5 B( Q8 X$ G ^4 x7 WStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! {, @( \' {9 F! _9 `+ L' I& sLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 @9 G* Y+ C& ZShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; u, y f# z' C+ U( X
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. K1 X- ~+ N4 D% E( k! CNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
- d3 b! T, j" X( z: l' qHow you suffered for you sanity,
" y: Y# `, j, u3 E% v$ R' iHow you tried to set them free, m2 z: J; z; f; E) s7 V
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 l6 U1 O0 n! c4 A& \+ \2 H3 l m
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 f( P) m0 J" i; l! I! Q+ u$ s4 u3 ?Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ [) h8 c3 K8 y' HColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , Y7 Z7 w3 q! |1 D' I( \+ A! |
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " N4 ~8 l! X- B5 P' R
0 W6 R6 M/ t: r: xFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ! J6 o" a+ t& O4 n& T
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, d- X: |7 F1 s, K1 Y5 k# B" O
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
& _: Z v6 ]: ^ ~( pBut I could have told you, Vincent, ( F8 J d( u% `, H) a) c
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 O& i* D2 x, s2 {Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : e9 g; t6 i; W; z( G# U) n& ~) w
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . x: ]/ Q7 x: ^, d9 y. ?9 |0 J, |
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # b% J' {% X! T* ?' l$ C6 K. z, B
" m; O5 d; r) p3 C1 `9 @- [Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, . }! P# R- H- e5 ]2 o2 M3 c
How you suffered for you sanity,' S. X9 o/ G* ?2 J, _( R- ?
How you tried to set them free, * O; o3 M) b5 t- i; s5 Y* B
They would not listen they're not listening still,
; L5 Q" n* D8 m0 r9 g- S. Z9 }Perhaps they never will. |
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