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' F) z0 n" m' y2 n- k+ AStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. o2 V! G0 e2 S KLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " V* l4 `( k6 t$ C4 ?
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 O, n* V& |8 ], ^1 p4 h
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" V6 t5 G* J+ V. hNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
. f! O0 ^# W- N4 O8 [& f: ~- OHow you suffered for you sanity, - C( a* X- P7 @1 L( e) m) e) {
How you tried to set them free,
- O! S0 j8 D* d, ~" \They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- c) I# Q& z/ t; i: Q QStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! k( v: {" e3 }- o. e* X- u6 a% CSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ H& j) S) t0 ^4 {% kColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 k, B! {* T! J& e1 ?/ A mWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ X1 o$ [- T! }# h5 l+ {
6 }7 s' f2 K4 u" z8 |: t! C, {# tFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
2 U$ W5 M& z, ~' ~/ F3 `Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 x! w4 f. ]+ F2 q. Z% WYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
- p" J2 Q2 x8 Q+ X& O- j1 JBut I could have told you, Vincent, 7 x$ V1 \7 [+ {, e$ x! h7 Q/ {5 n
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . d- V4 `8 g/ Y! ]4 W3 \
& r1 {8 v. m$ C! H- O% \Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 `) v9 U6 Z1 T/ L( M [& o
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! A9 I3 w$ b: C$ x9 qLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / D- I: ~; `. h) Y# Z! x* Y' e
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,
- F# t l: w, g2 zHow you suffered for you sanity,
0 E" |0 _# P+ N( b8 sHow you tried to set them free, ; k: E1 S# W) c# D
They would not listen they're not listening still,
5 K1 X6 I; o5 F+ p" C* m+ O' _Perhaps they never will. |
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