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5 w+ d% [+ k* \# f0 EStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 b0 p, b6 z& x9 A5 N- g
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ U& F6 Z5 c% {( ]0 E9 r* t1 KShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) h# j- s: k+ L5 [: j6 L
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* Q* L0 }8 Q0 J4 {7 @) m2 TNow I understand what you tried to say to me,3 }2 R ~' J h* z7 y4 O" J! j
How you suffered for you sanity, ( M% z, w8 m9 x/ g- s* x( H
How you tried to set them free,
8 l- ~9 @3 [' q9 H* U( UThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' u9 n: I6 f/ f- [
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * G1 @+ |( Q' v% G
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . b7 Q( V5 }8 N8 ^3 r' e3 v, r
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 \4 G* T: h1 k" d3 J$ O" G" b
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , \; n2 U3 k7 |* `' C J# b9 ]% F
5 v6 x5 a+ p _( }0 g4 WFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, % W, |8 \) W! E9 W9 W8 Y0 n% D
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# e7 o' \3 \1 e; U# H% AYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ; H6 I2 i. r% s& W- Q
But I could have told you, Vincent, % [5 ~. {: \" l \( f0 k9 `: P" D
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% O. }! a. r/ lFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ) l2 D* _' u) w9 S
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' w5 Y( I- d$ b4 ]- d: H% ]The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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) _* g5 p' W/ t- W6 q/ R2 y) ONow I think I know what you tried to say to me, M: s# n& b. ^% r
How you suffered for you sanity,
( b& J+ U& P. H( l$ P" aHow you tried to set them free,
' l: e" Z6 `# e7 e0 _* rThey would not listen they're not listening still,
& _9 U t$ p$ o4 z. p' {9 i! z0 VPerhaps they never will. |
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