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) l# u9 f" x8 b& aStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / Q. @6 ^1 X% }6 Y3 c5 b I* J" s
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! F( R+ k4 r! R2 @4 @: lShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" h3 F6 q, G* {' A4 Q7 kCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 q2 e1 g4 R# H8 s8 z' ]Now I understand what you tried to say to me,% ^; X ?3 V" ~3 S m& W
How you suffered for you sanity, $ L! h8 ?+ ^* S9 B' T
How you tried to set them free,
6 T2 T0 X. y" {, |( T& P5 {They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 Q2 {2 Z6 z9 [) P. N6 eStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
L1 H+ `/ Q. I- h1 ISwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) o$ i8 m( r: X+ t, U o: I/ o
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ i ^8 q+ b: I) C, X) z' q0 x6 l
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # E) T& Y$ s `. a5 f
) |, V! H! Q2 ]( eFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 5 C: H: {, h+ g; h
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 ^( a# H8 Q/ i# q/ j
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 i) J' p0 F% [% S5 T
But I could have told you, Vincent, : p# G, h( P. n9 t7 X: c1 @
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! z# b: V( i* W4 v$ Z3 z
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% V: o* o1 P* s& Z( vFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 ~: ?2 L% [' {7 x% H' R' |Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 3 h% R/ k9 `2 y1 A
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,
# K4 P! `8 B- u: |; M/ j: X" F" iHow you suffered for you sanity,
3 {0 W* \+ L3 K- s" u7 b3 X+ H v' Z+ BHow you tried to set them free,
: U5 k& N6 X6 _: u: B% a# G% {1 AThey would not listen they're not listening still, 5 e$ w/ @8 R% U$ s; _
Perhaps they never will. |
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