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( P0 M4 D. z+ F( GStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ K; F* w* P1 R: B9 s: G5 @Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " s) I) C; l8 k! J& y. E: W2 ]+ f' k
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& t6 t3 {7 w9 X& A% vCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) E5 z3 D1 O( s5 O$ ^/ Z! BNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 c5 r2 x. P) Q8 E% v0 J) W; U) qHow you suffered for you sanity,
& w+ |7 U/ t1 { x; w w: K' XHow you tried to set them free,
5 [- i% m# w* w5 f$ AThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- a) \; x) }9 k7 h/ }) XStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# N: P: S: t, f: XSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, T, y8 Y. y; N2 y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . M: J8 S: _4 k2 E, s9 z
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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, _0 W5 Z: x9 m+ E8 a7 q( ? A: r- u0 [For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ; n4 m7 i0 Q) B- e1 R B
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* W- V) h/ I/ W9 `$ RYou took your life as lovers ofter do, & Z1 U2 G; F5 |! t5 ~* }2 j5 ~
But I could have told you, Vincent, ' |6 ~: F+ @% V4 O" z( X
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : X) |/ }4 V! }1 g
( |( H( E% O! i; ]: _Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 M$ t/ S/ ]$ v
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 T+ v _, V1 C" z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) q% m3 v" K' k9 F) a' n& }* RThe 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,
- s; O! L( n5 s& s: `. Q: WHow you suffered for you sanity,
) T2 L0 k0 l, y FHow you tried to set them free,
5 t' M" u; e* IThey would not listen they're not listening still,
) C: M& P2 s7 ^ o" PPerhaps they never will. |
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