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- x! D; { }- e1 ?6 ]$ SStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! o* _' X4 S+ p# B" yLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , ?% @6 y) [' f: N% d3 B. ~$ n6 c
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. g5 E4 s: k& x. ? D9 w
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" ]: ?& I& r: Q' i1 e9 A5 {Now I understand what you tried to say to me,! k: O/ l. _, Y$ M5 M3 g' G
How you suffered for you sanity, * j# P P5 c. Y" L" b8 S
How you tried to set them free, 9 k& G; q: J9 k. `, w
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 z% f1 `, D# ]( K3 U
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ B6 \8 }) x+ o' DSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 t: I, W" ^) j3 i
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* ]$ t S8 ~& V$ E8 hWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & U' r$ R# D8 w, R- d$ X
8 K& ~/ f5 c9 O* n% IFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
3 S) O* s$ O& n' `5 bAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 T: y0 d* U' G# }# |) E- s
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 d! h' |8 s3 U( e' d, ^+ SBut I could have told you, Vincent,
' s( O6 i2 ?' ]0 G& C( R# p: \& vThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , {; p& q2 b! a6 J: G0 t% V
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : P0 y* M8 \% ^4 o* r
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% a% t# }( n- C. `The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , V( M3 u4 T9 Z# I. L# Y8 @
$ |# |; r$ \4 b% {( u. w5 ZNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, - v2 \ d( e8 H6 U% y1 ^7 r
How you suffered for you sanity,4 q/ N) j9 D: E1 q3 r
How you tried to set them free,
6 W$ j: h: H+ f2 z! VThey would not listen they're not listening still,
$ n& C: u+ t: @' F6 ~2 G2 g; PPerhaps they never will. |
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