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1 }5 u9 b% {( u7 O) m n* ^Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 l' X) d1 j3 R0 ]* I4 B! ^6 r7 yLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , r/ p+ s. h2 ~( U( N9 T, [
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 O4 D( j9 j" h- bCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! o4 }4 \* B3 f% A' h! O* `
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
: o, t- R0 o( C- X* j7 ?% QHow you suffered for you sanity,
5 U2 u4 W* Q9 j# I. IHow you tried to set them free,
, M5 H, q- m6 RThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( W1 |# r; f( S0 ?# A$ z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 l! G1 [% X! a4 e/ z3 ]+ Q, w) J
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) I/ S' D0 M1 J+ D) S
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 ~# G/ E! S9 Y. h* y- @Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' u" ? x: \( ?! N; Z) [: B
: R* G1 j$ r& k: n' ?/ r [7 ?For they could not love you, but still your love was true, h3 O! I/ F+ F9 D4 }* X
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; R3 l0 q+ G& R+ D1 p' f
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ M) f- Q: g; tBut I could have told you, Vincent, 4 A& F/ Z! O3 D- r! Z# t$ l: r
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" h; K+ S- n5 @4 pFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' h, Y, n% A9 |- ]
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) f/ _- C" c( G% w7 O" e6 j: J. k
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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! H. p9 S; k, D7 L- u) a, m, ONow I think I know what you tried to say to me, " I* w# a, l, C9 ?! s2 m
How you suffered for you sanity,, c% D, O; ]7 }& \1 X$ p
How you tried to set them free, 5 E7 K6 _! o% z) a
They would not listen they're not listening still, 1 z# b; H7 g, u5 i( y$ B
Perhaps they never will. |
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