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Y6 |# w* z& @Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 ~% S8 O* S" {# L3 [! `! F. e; RLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 w% ?, n) G' s. g+ D) h) \7 R. O
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# f* N; C" f7 K5 z u! H: _1 w* A1 lCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( u0 X( D' z: s- GNow I understand what you tried to say to me,# r3 `- w$ l; ?+ v! Y m; Q
How you suffered for you sanity, 4 Y8 E9 [" e7 M; b0 R" N5 y
How you tried to set them free, + Z8 ~- q5 Q8 C8 w. f" @
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 C! [# \9 J! i. @Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( N, @! |% j3 q/ CSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
P- Q: F G6 M/ r/ v n: mColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* h( R, C0 o* a4 X: @6 kWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : k, r N. o& `
' d1 {( d6 |4 U5 `8 ZFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 d$ R& \ M4 a: kAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 A9 ^; ?& j8 P2 C2 h6 p' u
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
: g6 B, B( Y% ?/ ^But I could have told you, Vincent, , a* G) F# F4 l- ?! h9 l6 U3 Y' ~
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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* {% k/ d6 s" oStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 K2 I8 j/ ~% c9 RFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% I3 U& V, U% G+ g6 [% X. [Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 F, [7 [) p9 V# m1 t7 b; JThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. m6 w3 N4 e7 O4 F" W# X$ ^
0 v% o3 z8 w0 Q: l( y* x$ nNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 t* }" I* B1 j7 m& }. T1 UHow you suffered for you sanity,. n6 q: H4 J ^0 Z; S# Q3 q
How you tried to set them free,
# f# _. K7 h" }' B( H6 PThey would not listen they're not listening still,
! V0 ?. C7 s% T4 F: u ~Perhaps they never will. |
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