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: G' Q7 f2 M" H# R4 m/ s: aStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 ^6 h( Y; m; ]9 tLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 m7 R3 m6 E; Y7 Y+ J- u4 K+ G: xShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ V- Z9 ^) o( b- W. z/ T0 [Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 r, y D3 x f" w7 ^! G8 D2 MNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
# m% n, O3 t8 r5 n4 DHow you suffered for you sanity,
; i1 V* H! |0 i) J& R- L4 P# ZHow you tried to set them free,
5 s7 Q& `# M; Y; m9 X7 `; N$ K1 WThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; b1 L4 j* J* C4 w# p2 s$ s
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ U% {# Y1 v( X2 Y" KSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 b& T5 A/ z( G" G N4 q9 J& H
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . y/ s1 y l& E e2 k' q
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; f# f8 x( X6 [1 ?1 u" `
0 i$ S6 W A. T$ @) aFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
4 w& S& R$ U( w2 j1 t$ iAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 F. T5 A" G( ~8 Z% ~% tYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 G6 j" A, _3 `
But I could have told you, Vincent, ' T- @6 Z; x/ \# u0 Q* u2 T/ f! C
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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' K4 R _2 d$ \8 C* }Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) ?+ A+ M- L' }4 j# S9 \2 R8 \Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 {& {: t; l5 t5 _% N4 B7 B
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & E! c8 O6 z' a! N; C' A9 k
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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- D: x) @' w* i& ~Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
: N0 N7 h6 m' i& v l* ?8 tHow you suffered for you sanity,
' [% i- h, r: N& @2 xHow you tried to set them free, - F( t0 C" z0 r3 s$ b9 T
They would not listen they're not listening still, + J5 h9 F, Z8 B& k% s
Perhaps they never will. |
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