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8 E0 }/ T2 v+ ^6 h" P4 HStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ ]! L! _/ f' I) ~Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 L. f& x u0 ~/ I5 [/ v* Y! [Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 ?$ h$ n* e$ p( Z0 w% X
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " O/ R5 w. b ?/ l" @1 l a/ Z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ Z4 U2 i4 O) NHow you suffered for you sanity,
8 p2 g5 T8 J( j$ HHow you tried to set them free,
& F. o+ ?& Q) i/ e( A* EThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 u+ m& D1 R4 L2 D+ w: B8 Y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# a/ T6 y: b. e% J: l2 X: cSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " Z# z( ^7 q4 C! T2 y g
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& f1 T9 W/ W! YWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 N5 Y5 s1 H, w2 }
0 R: g7 m% y) r7 o3 wFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 2 n6 A C- Y& }5 h2 z! Y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' y6 d6 t- w% ^) m2 sYou took your life as lovers ofter do, " l8 e/ [4 m1 @- [8 W( K p5 e
But I could have told you, Vincent, # h- W% Y0 v+ f, _8 Y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # i9 ` {' e- m6 f' z9 a
) C* o1 C1 {! V) i. W. WStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! |; w: a9 i: h, h5 A- h
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 V3 O+ }' o8 K0 L# q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 v9 j1 p! P2 I; j: T. u, `5 p
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,
) g3 L P: x* `How you suffered for you sanity,2 c/ m& m/ y0 ?+ ~, O
How you tried to set them free,
& t3 ~- E, L' |6 R# Y! cThey would not listen they're not listening still, 3 e% d3 A" b, H
Perhaps they never will. |
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