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0 e: ?# s" b8 {) ?, q7 J7 W9 ?& Z' zStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / y6 t0 n, s! a1 e8 a
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 Y4 L+ ^9 A( ~! h# Y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ N+ U4 ~9 k& S& ?, z5 z
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 G0 G) t! @7 g. j3 F
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,8 c# C' i, G( Y2 q4 t5 `
How you suffered for you sanity, c* u2 _$ @6 Q u5 `& I4 \# a
How you tried to set them free,
]2 {) E6 K* ^7 J' SThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : y! [! @! T4 Q8 s( X# {- x/ o
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 z: `& x I9 G, f! p
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + i3 i6 w ^* h; i9 }
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, J6 m* C: r) C- d. e
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : e* o, T( B6 e7 x- r4 |6 [, O
# _* T$ \) S6 O' i9 ^For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
" i% n( t6 Y0 S4 _* o5 u+ Q" x( ^Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 |& K/ V3 P, A. @/ r6 [
You took your life as lovers ofter do, " g0 E0 Z, }$ g" \! v% V# x
But I could have told you, Vincent, $ A" Z$ G1 Z7 z( b, z) `! g
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 {8 L% N1 [' F C/ h
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! B" ]! }9 q* b2 B; O! e
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : l3 w; H$ n" L! r8 u8 J
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,
u$ c: ^( X+ A zHow you suffered for you sanity, z4 D- c- X6 V+ T; L/ C6 n
How you tried to set them free,
7 f3 S; }$ k3 A* DThey would not listen they're not listening still, # E @, V- l7 a K0 p
Perhaps they never will. |
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