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) q0 Q4 w* r- O8 Q6 RStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 W) R2 w0 w3 X/ T: ~
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - a( |" i# f; E' c+ C0 f
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ V2 R3 R, i& \2 G O! ^Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 Q) @9 A; H: `9 x4 V
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,; V' @# r* D4 U# g
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ F) `: ~) v3 p/ d* WHow you tried to set them free,
: A+ q0 w8 u( A6 J) c+ I KThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 X5 |' `% z" j, b J% m: Z5 n
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 T0 h+ a! i: U: M3 E' ~Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ r. {( [5 g4 V; F% b* y, DColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " ?1 \2 K$ u: j' M7 d& W( c- Y
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! {1 j; M1 r- a4 z+ l4 \ Y: D
! t# q/ n# ]1 C0 c2 IFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 4 h/ ?8 X) h9 z, \& b0 W
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) V% R1 O* B/ j! U5 d, F! WYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
, E0 m9 t9 @ U: nBut I could have told you, Vincent, : k- D1 T+ E" }
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : Z& V; L" r& Q4 C
$ \. M2 l) _ _7 {6 EStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; P1 i/ k# y' Z( N5 a
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 L9 D( Q7 I3 y' @/ O
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 n J4 {4 V; w' n7 C* T: S4 _The 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,
3 y3 E0 E4 [; q# dHow you suffered for you sanity,( G: n9 d+ [; a9 I$ T1 d
How you tried to set them free,
9 Z$ q1 Z/ r* h! |They would not listen they're not listening still,
; R6 A1 Q! X; q; y3 u# V4 SPerhaps they never will. |
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