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% n5 D2 q2 J; g. P+ Z* R3 d" ?4 PStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 r: Q5 c3 q, c' [3 }+ bLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 p3 u M! L) u3 B9 J' F+ ]
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 }1 G7 z, {4 I8 p! R3 _Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 ?! Q z3 P/ R6 u8 _) v' l @Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
% y4 j- i6 |. ?How you suffered for you sanity,
) P% @( H1 V5 FHow you tried to set them free, ( U2 y8 u1 f `3 P
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; q1 R/ n! f6 W- l
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 E( T5 |- Y. j g, E# | ?Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; x- q5 @) n& j* A' o" f* gColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ W9 Z2 ?# F" k1 [- ZWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / |% ^' d3 O. Q$ u
7 j0 d6 p1 @; b0 w+ t) lFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 3 O9 O, p( J# _0 q& \
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " [! o( O: y( w! T9 r
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 D( w; M2 Q% Q( n! Z4 u
But I could have told you, Vincent,
; w: [+ w( D9 m- YThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 q6 i4 ^/ T% w( t2 c& c3 s
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 Q6 S' x, Z( b TFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * W* c1 v7 r$ G4 d
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 S f1 d& O* f: B7 Q9 j/ cThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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# n2 Y8 N& F7 p) k) ]7 K: CNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
. w* u4 T1 `8 C8 W1 @! M" A$ RHow you suffered for you sanity,
- |6 l2 l, r) n5 z6 t8 sHow you tried to set them free,
1 D9 S) {7 F0 d( K) J/ Q4 P' `& W' f* `( ] gThey would not listen they're not listening still, 2 h) e/ \( E' j3 o
Perhaps they never will. |
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