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5 X8 I8 W, k: U5 Y. O+ pStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ d# m/ S- b6 p) k+ o. m
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# Z2 T1 u$ x$ CShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, X+ m% g, p0 F8 L9 u) W; V4 {
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' }- K1 u9 C2 M0 x4 C
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 J. z7 \$ o/ Q3 b3 v+ g' P" |How you suffered for you sanity, & I! B. Q8 R7 h/ A) r: n+ C& G
How you tried to set them free,
6 n4 O/ l- U* OThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; H$ r2 E2 o; o4 \8 _9 e* |% r
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, V' Q5 v* e0 Y0 X. ?) Y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) T5 m( ?+ e5 ~% M* p. X( IColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 L& b* I, N+ p; Z g7 E/ x
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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1 T; ^- g) }2 `, WFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
& k" }+ f# T* b$ Z9 L x" \Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 z7 o2 l! {2 QYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ' ?( |- B4 t+ y( E1 I) H7 o
But I could have told you, Vincent,
" g# B& }0 s RThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! F8 w, I( @9 T h! g+ {
" S/ z7 q6 N+ [* G& C! }! |4 eStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & G8 K- o4 m/ [2 b
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " d9 K1 F- U& n; A8 s$ `& A
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & l- c) U% N& J$ E6 }7 |
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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0 {5 n7 _, S _8 E- A, ^, \Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, & ~1 @& l4 ~8 V% i" P
How you suffered for you sanity,. G' q" I. B; Z! Z
How you tried to set them free,
' d$ R( `/ r/ s5 vThey would not listen they're not listening still,
6 Q3 i- b+ w( A, T$ \, Z& hPerhaps they never will. |
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