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- j9 @- _; K, a5 g) s0 U) `8 KStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) V) Q, C+ o3 b3 I8 z: p( U! P7 VLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( j/ @5 f* m$ V9 F3 {# ?% BShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 o. Q, k' c P# c3 J: W% ]4 C4 FCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 w2 z, F- O2 @: `2 o0 b
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,4 A% h, v2 m4 w8 X3 r: r" z
How you suffered for you sanity, 1 B6 r7 U, F' @ b, K" w
How you tried to set them free,
& g3 U* v1 M; F& A+ D! M& \They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& [& ^2 S7 P7 v1 `Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 G2 e" ]2 H: v- N: \5 b# g5 `8 |' \
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 l6 l( o/ ]! g# q; @5 |; s! X5 h' @
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# m% t4 o& m8 y* u4 C# ^Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) S" y* x9 T7 I. D/ Z
' b) H, F8 t$ | iFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 0 t$ e' ?$ W7 i6 q+ ^ u+ ]: n
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ W3 j9 Z! Z0 S5 U0 w; uYou took your life as lovers ofter do, " U( s5 Q5 C9 I8 n
But I could have told you, Vincent, & d0 J- }7 ?9 }. K! O) S
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: _5 F3 P W$ U2 [. QFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 _ I* q! {( A% I( v2 e/ ^
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# s" c& [) k- X! iThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # s! U4 S' f: g% I+ Z
( z) k: y* a* N% C, n) VNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
$ y) {' E5 c, H6 A$ m9 MHow you suffered for you sanity,1 t Y& F! V: e* {- n, r8 B
How you tried to set them free, $ ?- q# E" N0 D0 ~$ W
They would not listen they're not listening still,
/ B# d+ M. l9 Q/ H# [& ?Perhaps they never will. |
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