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/ [6 d7 V. V9 AStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 b# w2 \, Y9 p s" Z; ~* lLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 W$ b# `# c8 J' x5 R r; XShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: n+ {& g- h# G$ }! _5 ]; L% u2 e: JCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 ~ L; x$ }' I$ f
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
- I: P1 h2 Y: y' AHow you suffered for you sanity, ' x% U% H* A' |0 Y* ]0 I% ~; t
How you tried to set them free, 7 W2 \2 G3 F9 S4 m
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: f+ p3 d d! H8 v. M) ?9 O9 ^Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* m* B- y: q" }8 @5 P* e" KSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, # y- w. m- p+ e+ \: E. u. h
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " V2 S- i) O7 ?
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( n% K7 P3 g8 ?6 ?
5 \! K! h" V1 {' R; AFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
) G* z2 q% Y! s, R" _* I8 m( YAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 v" q L: o0 X( ?. ]+ }7 `- `
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 K6 O; q/ T, v& a6 eBut I could have told you, Vincent,
/ b3 d* C. @5 W7 a! a: ~0 G/ a" mThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. " N, c8 c3 S6 @: Z- j
" ^. z& y' M1 `( S) V9 BStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 L) U8 m! v/ ?' f- y: m7 rFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. [7 ]9 y9 C9 `6 [; r8 E- l' _Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, % [, F; d8 v5 [6 J7 C L, P" M
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' ~* w7 f! Q/ w- D' U9 u; A' X7 GHow you suffered for you sanity,& k% R1 O: H7 _ S# | g+ A
How you tried to set them free, $ x( x) K& j6 p+ K* N8 z
They would not listen they're not listening still,
; H1 D0 M8 F/ i( ~- ^0 Q% s, e9 uPerhaps they never will. |
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