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: F" Z, t; ]. \9 W) GStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 o2 D% K3 N3 R3 ~Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 G( A# z) T6 JShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( `/ k( U/ I+ x5 |# h& U% w9 y
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # o4 b3 F: j: o c- _& v. ^; |
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
# ^; {# i4 l' VHow you suffered for you sanity, ^( |! t2 V5 z
How you tried to set them free,
0 m3 W. V0 s" s9 o) }; f2 B1 p! ~They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 d* d7 G H! x9 ~
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# L' T3 O6 ]1 m8 L! mSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 l' X) A* z( H' wColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& s6 g# `. O9 g$ U9 n7 w1 ]Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) X# n" i/ a5 Q3 u/ t, L$ y1 U
* L' X2 q7 s& \For they could not love you, but still your love was true, " y+ t/ [2 m+ A& k8 h
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ t/ e9 A) f* h8 m$ fYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 e% F9 }; r+ V/ d0 tBut I could have told you, Vincent,
, k( U6 \7 E" P5 g: r1 f4 [This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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* h: C+ @; w. C6 J$ @Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: ~+ v. t0 Q( i l/ ~5 x& C) XFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 [" O. T1 r0 tLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ ~1 `- K# f- n, V vThe 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,
) }7 c* ?: M# Y0 q; P" S7 EHow you suffered for you sanity,( _2 ^* x+ U4 [
How you tried to set them free, , M1 k5 n/ x& J$ s& n: n
They would not listen they're not listening still,
1 b4 Z: D/ l( f! m& j# L* L0 X) s/ ]Perhaps they never will. |
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