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; [" t. o5 S& Z. I4 YStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. G4 j0 _4 _2 q3 jLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; A% w0 |) ]% D; D3 e3 x2 B/ k6 A; [Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% Q/ z2 H: Q: \: B
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " W1 B6 C7 U# i
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,9 ]6 Q( A& D. @2 d# ]) Q! T
How you suffered for you sanity,
; V! t. v/ y; H2 }. a( @How you tried to set them free, / e$ U W- q& _2 I6 G0 m) c
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * ]( G* q5 D" |. Y, u
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( e' C, s, o* c/ z2 h/ M
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" q. `" @+ W* Z O" c" i: CColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; A1 _6 U3 `) }) ^8 jWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , U5 Q# f: K; E& U$ w0 ?$ ?
( I J2 F' i5 Q% I3 L& Z! oFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: ]* Q6 Q) T1 d, V& P1 D( eAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, Y* f7 e, k; a( g# _+ DYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 F4 l2 I' n# H, ] w
But I could have told you, Vincent,
1 v" b' I' l. ^- }+ i9 U$ IThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - E( B1 _! T2 Y
8 D7 l# O& D; l, t* ]4 WStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! A1 `3 f4 ^2 n$ P; w* |* U; V
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " G5 Y$ G5 r1 {8 z) O" q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 c. X2 ` u2 R U0 f' m0 FThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' E3 P/ }* _5 F0 N
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
$ H5 e4 X0 f2 D, PHow you suffered for you sanity,! T/ ^7 G/ j; x' c. v' U1 v6 N
How you tried to set them free, / A9 C! h; D h- V+ K
They would not listen they're not listening still,
$ o5 {- B2 W' b# s( c9 W8 iPerhaps they never will. |
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