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. D' s9 J ^9 S6 \Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 G( b4 z( ~ B' X+ c; [- U* ALook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
) L+ J+ D* D! H+ D9 p$ I; A6 JShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. R! f9 U/ U$ z: lCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - O* _- ^7 Z" X# ]
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
! m+ a6 H' O g9 t1 V3 r+ j% mHow you suffered for you sanity, : w" z+ c! A2 m! M6 N% {9 P
How you tried to set them free,
" L4 w) q6 z, O* G! N' s- w' kThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 t2 L: A1 F% P3 s w9 V
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 z. ?+ ~7 G0 j8 Q% I9 F+ Q$ o* ISwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) {) j- m* z& T0 h3 u1 ?& B) R0 C
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : y, B( t6 T9 N. E: P
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' U- k& k1 ]. t, h' e
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 _: u' {' q! H# tAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
c1 e3 l# \6 p& F: lYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ; k( h3 e! G" T' p/ b4 r9 G
But I could have told you, Vincent,
, x0 g: S% m4 G% C% C* h6 ~. B$ ~6 jThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) t9 S$ G. Y: y4 r
9 i( g6 P$ R2 H# R% F3 y7 wStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 q1 P. B/ n7 c2 l) }Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * E8 N+ _* D/ `9 @6 y T P
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , U, J9 k" O# i; a% _0 j. B
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , ^# s- ^2 y4 j+ ]7 E
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; Y. O) Q* v7 x/ `# T! _! Z
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 B; g" a3 ?% n( j! o1 aHow you tried to set them free,
. k+ G& v) P$ ^* l2 x/ [) y l- @They would not listen they're not listening still,
$ X" V( D0 C' v% OPerhaps they never will. |
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