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" s& f6 T) @7 D' ^- c' G) {Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + A# a+ I/ b. E8 g) {" V
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , I R4 V0 K$ O( j1 U) A$ H+ P$ j4 ^
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 ?) A& l/ z% @) ?# M+ BCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & Y/ D' ~9 j' Y" l1 G: {6 E, d
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,9 t/ M& K) v+ J6 S
How you suffered for you sanity, , B7 d- Z5 h# d! j& }- ]
How you tried to set them free, ( i& T( Z2 a: Z! i g) c
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; G5 p4 a) |5 N. q6 D( _3 m$ ~( S J
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # Y2 w# J0 p4 P+ ?' J
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
f/ L. ^9 y0 {1 F: xColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ J* ^; u/ x: v/ BWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ o. Q. j. P5 f2 S6 g
3 q2 ]/ X A6 @7 H1 L$ KFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
" C1 I- B, o0 b2 z, B' P( f/ G5 SAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 [6 V& G$ p$ [ g
You took your life as lovers ofter do, + @+ V+ ^* G+ c+ t3 r5 Q; {' H
But I could have told you, Vincent, 2 ^& `, |1 i/ T6 Q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # i5 f0 L8 ~( A
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; x, U3 a9 T: E6 Y. O6 lFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : y3 d5 E' q& g* b+ m! X7 y1 _' g
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 d6 i( L s* hThe 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,
5 K; g# ~: G# U) m/ @8 SHow you suffered for you sanity,
3 Y$ I" h8 k: Q' D1 z4 Z WHow you tried to set them free, % H' `! l) D- X2 H5 R& ?
They would not listen they're not listening still, $ _7 \6 N; U' M5 L4 u
Perhaps they never will. |
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