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9 F7 z3 [& ?' a$ k0 Y) T0 \" P' Q& |Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 {: h& r" Z; cLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 N# ^$ I: ~4 Y- A2 q+ v
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 c2 q4 W; Z6 L7 k1 G! yCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 ]9 d; C# r" aNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 n3 h& o, S0 N* \" d. ^How you suffered for you sanity, 5 N4 e n$ E) b) K: C
How you tried to set them free,
1 p1 R$ z+ F- P. e7 t N4 |: nThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 ^+ \5 g" r( ^) t! K5 k. \# a" V
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . J R. Q9 {) _+ K
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) B: o- `' g: Q' h% z. G8 DColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 {) `5 i+ o; U' V- X7 n9 O
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( N; z9 d$ u+ G6 @* f" _
/ r2 X4 H6 ~! X# S5 oFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ' w( Z' m( I" n7 j; V1 x
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % i9 q# h9 Q4 j g7 h4 Y, w
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
* l2 n- y+ F5 N! b9 e7 xBut I could have told you, Vincent, 0 S" L6 K$ ?. w
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! i9 y, `: \% b. i2 |
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / Q' _- ]9 A: t. b. G p$ x
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 W3 W) p* R1 u' q* _" }
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 F3 W/ _1 O$ o2 n
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,
9 Q) U" U. n6 }4 X( `5 gHow you suffered for you sanity,) K7 M& _. M% v
How you tried to set them free,
9 O% Z* Q$ E: O$ r7 \! dThey would not listen they're not listening still, $ F; ]0 W; c& K2 L
Perhaps they never will. |
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