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' w8 _( h C# F, b% V: W" sStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) ?3 G/ [2 S- U+ c' u
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 s U- ^3 c, s8 Q, b: tShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- J& O$ u% m0 l% r
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! b5 {% U! w9 Y" ^% x; eNow I understand what you tried to say to me,% W. J1 T0 L2 V3 U) K
How you suffered for you sanity, . h- ]2 L! b) }, A
How you tried to set them free,
7 Q4 d6 d, Z1 d2 w6 R6 aThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 y8 Q$ j8 {2 u8 BStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . w7 \' X0 E( L" v" G
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, # B1 {. M s. {6 c! y9 `
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 ?9 [4 S# B( \" M |' [Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 J/ J" T: {4 _+ ?7 g+ q
o% g1 r; W4 s. Z/ d9 I$ ~For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 y g0 g; h- ]+ \Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % ^$ D) n3 q* o$ O: v
You took your life as lovers ofter do, - U z) b8 p& e; R% i4 g N- z
But I could have told you, Vincent, 1 Q1 N8 o6 ?: \2 B) |7 |. A& n
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ d" D1 Z" }1 R2 r; q0 oFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ) O1 \5 Z; ^$ ~! n. w" |4 z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 a* a- u+ ?9 }4 c; f' I" LThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( t# C% Y2 T, j3 `/ W
7 V( ?6 L# D8 g3 p* C! VNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
* j1 Y! k' o# l: WHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 _3 G* w& M9 m* k0 fHow you tried to set them free,
. y0 I. K; l9 }They would not listen they're not listening still,
, I8 O& Q8 K2 N) O6 V% I8 f7 m6 Z' CPerhaps they never will. |
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