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; Y) q& [0 h& ]! O; w; \Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, }0 N: R& c. ^8 h) cLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 g+ B) F( E" P: S% K- |6 ~5 bShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; z& t4 E; V8 `8 x+ g. f
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
8 O9 Q1 Z. D0 ENow I understand what you tried to say to me,, G. `* f9 }7 j/ c
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 N2 v2 i2 I+ }! t$ H/ yHow you tried to set them free, : o+ U5 R! h0 V+ B
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 J7 @6 Y5 @) n4 K- b! @
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 [& c" i X) O S: T( i
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + ^2 }* {/ _' l& p! i0 F
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 r5 ?) K$ `7 h8 k3 Y9 PWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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8 u! S J9 w/ v% T! E( c- z4 H+ A& s7 kFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 r% W& @. k/ k U6 O! f
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! U2 W; g$ C, L' }9 E
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ! O# F9 ?' h9 O2 b1 B+ r9 `
But I could have told you, Vincent, : G0 J; i* r8 @% L
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 J* p, p8 I, I; W
3 N' g6 ~$ D( WStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * [9 Y, S9 E% U+ n$ w
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) v4 d I3 M% f6 H4 O' u. BLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* t0 J2 k0 ?$ c% ?2 X% WThe 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, 0 b6 E; |* X, r7 X8 w# g
How you suffered for you sanity,9 Z1 i7 q" @( R3 z" B. E4 L. v8 F" Z
How you tried to set them free,
+ m& D' r9 L. Z: u2 Z( s& eThey would not listen they're not listening still, ( C# G" P! z& h \6 ]+ i2 b& n
Perhaps they never will. |
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