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/ ~2 g! W/ s- l$ c9 _Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& t) y- B6 |2 q( o2 |1 k! n6 ~Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 u& w- G( ]& Y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 o$ }) g( m0 XCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- Q0 B: c7 w+ |- x- RNow I understand what you tried to say to me,. _' s' J. }) D! R3 Q
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 c7 `8 A" |& U/ @4 L. nHow you tried to set them free, 6 n' B6 E) w1 [# [, x" J) x2 G; P
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 N4 _! N6 ?5 ?) S1 _4 ZStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 o/ e* Y! f( W! S: z8 k6 g8 Z2 }Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 p+ K9 D% P1 ^9 z3 n# P3 `Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
x, X# f; x8 L6 G& a% hWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * P4 z1 `& ~. N" }. ~' Q% h" q
2 {4 R/ ^# c/ ]- _6 e$ A: fFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ! \$ Z9 p8 U6 a3 [$ k3 M4 H
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , d+ Q V6 a1 j# r! p
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 E$ Z- ]7 S! m' Y" k) [1 |4 l' qBut I could have told you, Vincent, ( X# p6 C& T }* R. t1 U. z' ~5 g
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / y$ m( D# A$ p7 }8 R/ B
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( @% B2 {7 b6 @: ]: F. t
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' `" b' {% L* r5 h; j. C o8 P3 d
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" D- q* q3 I' c1 h8 j0 G* V3 \The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # c5 P6 A/ Q: b
* H' w5 q. ]8 {" T. ?& RNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
2 o; A/ d& F4 ?1 @How you suffered for you sanity,( H6 I6 q) J2 k% {" i
How you tried to set them free, 8 }9 n, q; ~/ o
They would not listen they're not listening still,
2 H/ y T' ?# ~Perhaps they never will. |
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