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" y$ \. N9 z+ ~Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" b" ~ p) a5 }# l2 {, SLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 x. r- E, K* {$ n- K8 H& ]# e
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ p, [. l% @; Y& JCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! a: C; @8 m ^3 h+ @# A. gNow I understand what you tried to say to me,) k" I4 S" h( L( b1 B9 I6 d
How you suffered for you sanity,
% q3 x& r6 D; |) p4 _How you tried to set them free, 4 U+ }2 V3 m/ @0 c- J: F ?2 g
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 q/ C/ A5 ^% u! L5 \: v' ?
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 h' s8 ]+ H1 ?5 d7 N! g9 {' I3 J/ ISwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ K3 Z/ E' A$ ~" x/ I# D tColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . g- q) K, Q8 f6 ?1 F4 f2 ~
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; ?9 F3 \1 D; A2 k6 q4 x6 s
4 }5 S8 x g/ y, LFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ( A: a7 S7 d8 [: j
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " r5 S: M( h6 D4 U( o: C6 c
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
. [/ w# A/ h, c* L O" |+ V) PBut I could have told you, Vincent, $ C+ t3 s4 h" w1 o! H# z! r# _* X
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - F$ X/ l U/ C' z- s
' l; ?3 a$ D% \2 [: sStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! \$ j p7 j- y2 h9 Y0 x! \: P/ ~Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* u! a* U! }. t9 VLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # B9 H% c5 O( Z; Z
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,
* x- m/ j5 X+ T' F$ t o! THow you suffered for you sanity,5 O1 e k! I# r7 x
How you tried to set them free,
3 O& ]6 ]1 r, x z& I! wThey would not listen they're not listening still, ' ^- j0 Z: W! Z6 p
Perhaps they never will. |
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