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! U* ~6 G3 Z( R+ o3 |Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" ^9 c5 N# [/ |% `1 zLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 U# ?% M" b: `+ W8 Y5 w, S) ]3 G* VShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! I3 N1 ~7 K) D+ r+ `Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; |. E6 H0 b' |2 f
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
[/ ` k6 K3 M, H7 b9 P) R. ?- ]How you suffered for you sanity, 8 h* [2 P$ d1 P! E1 X
How you tried to set them free, 2 M8 j1 D, w2 Z
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: k* w) g4 t% x" i/ sStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ x$ J" W: L; }- w) Q/ K; r
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 P g8 A0 A, f1 l1 y4 z) U9 y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / e1 D2 v- H/ i( |, R( P
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 W V) `& X6 @5 C& \
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
2 B/ K8 z/ W5 ~" ^9 B, q9 l& m% PAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' n& Y! g( x; Y3 uYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
) R8 \8 Q: a: A; g- zBut I could have told you, Vincent, D1 z% B9 J0 v; I4 }) ? P0 x
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 u, j6 j/ O* q+ w% t) R' {6 s" f
8 ?3 [4 @' v) [) k K, A1 E0 M. B, DStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 Q/ m8 b! q& C$ D: S# nFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 O5 m$ R: @+ Z8 Y+ W7 q; Q7 r
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , B; n) j; A3 y. B, O
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # p' v; C( ]5 d8 ^6 T
% p6 N3 T% |6 t% W9 ^Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 2 f+ |8 d5 M# [
How you suffered for you sanity,
: M: y0 ?6 B+ r# Z" V5 ]' NHow you tried to set them free, 5 X$ m- _- T' S9 Y* K6 g7 I( t+ i1 z
They would not listen they're not listening still,
& v7 u) \) Y1 z1 y2 R- TPerhaps they never will. |
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