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8 u1 M. R$ M7 s+ ?- L2 C9 kStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ z, f% }) G- o: i4 ?2 b, sLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # L4 U1 e9 D, \& k, Z& {3 e9 w
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 y: B# } r( f- j/ h
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 O6 D/ X7 M+ t; U5 J
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,: z) \/ x0 q- N& M) J' ~
How you suffered for you sanity, ; w* X* D E- I6 m9 f
How you tried to set them free, " l! r4 A- S) E/ C9 _( x2 A
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! m/ A* P a# e6 T
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " l. X6 z/ Y! K3 o' X% U2 W8 ~0 V
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
X! t: L* L: VColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* x) _0 k# ^# p1 k0 ?& E9 N0 R& W. mWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! l5 @- g$ H( B5 j. A% w0 h
+ D6 v$ |9 g7 a/ F7 n* Z; ^- P9 `, GFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 Y/ s% d! X7 T9 \- WAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . S1 U* m$ J+ ^& o4 a
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
( ~2 P# S7 o: Y2 k8 aBut I could have told you, Vincent,
9 V9 ~, k) [ H' [ U+ Z JThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , B' I) V' O. D# ~% }0 {3 o: F8 z8 M) T
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + E) A0 V6 U% ?) @& N' a A
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 A5 l: D! d u5 U2 h$ }
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 z ], F# V$ \& k' K
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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6 N/ m0 _% V. ]* |/ K- b* HNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% O, C( e6 m# f' ^' mHow you suffered for you sanity,
6 D& {% e* o, k& w& G, wHow you tried to set them free,
/ {) N" e0 i% a, {2 f! p; v+ dThey would not listen they're not listening still, * @! n% a9 ^" b& s- K
Perhaps they never will. |
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