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. j7 [. h! L) U; \+ ~Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, U6 p `' f0 W% OLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# F/ k2 X% O- u2 YShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 c9 C5 O( f; p2 c
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" y' r/ b$ g* M# C: dNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
% T6 P4 Q1 |; Y) M, J, tHow you suffered for you sanity, ' S$ [% R* v& ?& a% ?
How you tried to set them free, $ [0 ?! b# P7 X& r
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 l/ C% @+ j% n" s
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 S+ u0 g5 T& qSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& T6 I. e% F: t$ j$ m- f1 CColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ ?% o) I9 X8 i8 o+ m( X8 X$ \Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 w, b7 r2 o" |' i' Q2 R
2 J1 t& Z$ _' l3 {: F0 VFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ z7 o/ s1 T/ G% F9 G, c" e* y+ LAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 v& d. @' T& m {1 j
You took your life as lovers ofter do, + K1 G7 D# h. p7 G! F* ^
But I could have told you, Vincent,
6 z" V. x* f! _* I8 oThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 e' H' u- n/ {6 i
- q& v$ D+ b; A$ c7 C" UStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; o7 z6 g' z, z0 _% u4 a% {9 IFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ) \, j7 S% {3 w6 K
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- p: N7 B6 q Y) K* O; p4 q1 KThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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0 P, Y4 {, t1 Q# @: `, dNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, , V9 o7 Z( l$ ?; Z- i: \' y
How you suffered for you sanity,
- ~* G" V% W7 W( _) `/ dHow you tried to set them free, 6 n$ i1 `. m! S5 x! o& {' x M
They would not listen they're not listening still,
# B) {( l2 L1 @# A1 Z7 mPerhaps they never will. |
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