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! A$ a, G( i7 A) M0 n6 vStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; j* E: @* R6 d
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : X3 Y. h7 K/ k1 r
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ `1 P7 n" {# m- P8 l5 \! nCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 d; e, o% v# C1 o0 D/ yNow I understand what you tried to say to me,# v4 ?. q: n" o
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 @; n z1 h) L% NHow you tried to set them free,
) E [, Y; i j4 KThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 `, c, C% \2 T) T+ l7 {Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 H4 p2 j- _5 ]! \6 c- f( h
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; r9 z1 ~2 Q5 z) X8 vColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 V1 H9 Z9 }( L5 jWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 Z$ } c o/ U7 D; e3 F8 d( O4 i
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 _* l d: W+ C2 ~! r7 f
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* a( U: v; l0 _' Y+ T$ }& Y& oYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ( e% ?7 M0 t4 f# S9 v7 m# }4 l
But I could have told you, Vincent,
2 W E" I/ c& aThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 [( A/ d: l3 LFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" p- B, @ Y5 }Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' @' o5 ]" M j) }8 s% e. UThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # T N9 d3 O3 V1 l: c# ?1 r
1 o$ E& U4 W1 [8 G, U) RNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
$ f) F- O0 M6 S- ]7 ^How you suffered for you sanity,. \8 O+ i1 X1 J4 }7 {* g* K
How you tried to set them free,
& F) B4 t) d5 S/ B( ]8 y! L! sThey would not listen they're not listening still, x; ~9 L: ?5 }; d4 K. v
Perhaps they never will. |
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