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. h% X6 {+ S2 [ |Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 \% N3 I: y/ R( _/ M0 Y; K |Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 G! @: o6 ^" |, K0 |6 v+ q& \Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" \1 _3 T' @) P- d: q0 D3 RCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 V8 `8 b8 y5 f0 V
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 z y4 @( B) l- v( h, I3 g& bHow you suffered for you sanity, 7 n \8 ^3 M0 b, ^- v
How you tried to set them free,
* H- |- |* S7 A) O9 d |They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ J$ G& J5 c5 f" e3 X
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & A$ r9 n4 r+ R8 f S
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 J% \; e8 G$ I- Q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & x; F& Z* U" X, ~; ?" U
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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' N$ i' ?/ m+ c! u4 bFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
3 m' N0 t) I8 A iAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 X4 \) X* ^! y/ [# e! g6 NYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 J3 P& @2 c3 E0 O. a9 SBut I could have told you, Vincent, o- g. q' L$ M6 [; t6 v
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + x$ w) L3 m- g: V9 q
8 \3 N( i9 \) r" ~1 a& A8 Q0 }Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 v" i" f" R1 @( C! p9 @9 aFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 d0 w9 \5 e- H. O9 a$ J4 B: n4 c
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* W4 t' [+ x0 pThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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: K. Z' _1 S; M. U' ~Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 8 p! i, K" A# A' Y, @
How you suffered for you sanity,
) f) q# ~. v; C0 M0 u* fHow you tried to set them free,
# l! h7 u ?# ^8 g/ P' H2 t$ U0 eThey would not listen they're not listening still,
' Q# _ V* N9 O% E) C2 e0 T! a$ g9 ^Perhaps they never will. |
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