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; O! U7 Q2 ]$ s$ t6 d* D' D1 WStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 N z. \; |' r8 L( [; V
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 H% j' z! U1 _+ z' S
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 Q6 h9 B/ `' Z8 ]3 W JCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 o' k2 z9 i, p: A9 t+ ]' T
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
) x- \6 t( l0 S' E( G+ P) BHow you suffered for you sanity, ! T% K2 B! [: j2 n
How you tried to set them free,
2 Z. U( z2 q: y! EThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 h' C. I' ~) F7 B
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 e" G+ q( C- L- x {' tSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! S8 g: T' \0 cColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 `3 z8 K l1 _Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 N/ F2 q2 N8 [/ b2 T, M
" q. [; S, c) P6 m4 LFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 5 y" k! v+ ~: C, |
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ I B0 x7 [$ _3 M: E6 b
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ p. b" r# T0 f1 VBut I could have told you, Vincent,
4 J3 G# F* {' T3 i4 wThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # P9 n* @3 `& L. h
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; L& \# r2 h# y- M5 UFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 q; j% C- H7 Y+ e; t' dLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 B8 u g5 B; Z
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / {- V% O! Z$ {3 z; t0 G
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
( ?/ n+ n5 ^9 g; x, x( ?How you suffered for you sanity,/ h# s1 f; A/ D* Y
How you tried to set them free,
: I5 ~. E8 E& n: Q3 Q& r' w3 q: zThey would not listen they're not listening still,
7 f& F- p$ q. P& XPerhaps they never will. |
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