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j' M6 x2 F3 _/ e! \, {0 AStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : p3 W3 A+ ~8 Z: w# m
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 A/ ?7 { C& U# R* |8 iShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ @2 ]- ~3 V& X5 {Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 k6 m0 i9 R8 f6 \Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
, D! L8 q+ n& j! N! h. t& qHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ i# |) X/ _8 n5 C& V* [4 kHow you tried to set them free, 5 {' h# ^. L3 W8 p8 w# z: l
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 Y* _: d8 s; p! L2 C
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 v. r$ K) c0 X" vSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ b8 T$ e; [( m4 a# N0 UColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, b. v- X' |$ d. K# @Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 U/ x+ n$ ^" b" h3 I# D
+ X! b( Y: {" rFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 5 ]6 C4 ^. `: c9 Y2 K
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 I/ [+ @4 i7 ]0 K( p0 ~# U
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 H2 j* v( H+ lBut I could have told you, Vincent, 3 U' T3 v: z4 T- r, R
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 b8 K2 H: g" r- T
- j4 }" Q& |8 R4 NStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) L. b' @' Y& A2 _
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( b5 F* h, T( O. w0 VLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 P; c3 x: r+ y: I$ M
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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7 ~5 p. p' x% \8 m+ INow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ( b% ^. w/ I7 P+ P' `/ B8 X; o
How you suffered for you sanity,
# _$ r2 @7 H, C G# } o. _% kHow you tried to set them free,
1 y, h: R! ]5 c, i) wThey would not listen they're not listening still,
5 y1 k8 P) r- E" b* CPerhaps they never will. |
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