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/ P. [, |9 R/ Y. x- P3 x- NStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 j }& x1 i& h% A H, ?5 @Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 J4 k, w: _- I c8 w5 `Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; }3 l# O" b$ i( N0 x4 Q6 l$ a% e1 q0 h
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ _9 y6 J3 y/ l$ b% H9 rNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 Z( L4 a6 l. D& gHow you suffered for you sanity, . P! n% p7 h0 X
How you tried to set them free,
: P$ f; m3 q% D- AThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / ]' j# S1 g8 M+ q" _
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, O, F- d. v V/ L% J0 e5 G1 tSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ K9 `% `7 o0 J% _# Z3 KColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* @5 V \& x' q( Y# H1 M0 UWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ O8 N4 T0 N% D8 c7 o
8 d9 X, h) m$ z( ?" w5 Y4 o' j: _For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 t- _7 e! J1 z# ~
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 K7 I0 H8 J0 L
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 P. S9 _) K$ w2 M% A* d( C+ I
But I could have told you, Vincent,
4 K( H6 v' d1 k0 t5 qThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ a/ y5 s. G- o; L5 \) N
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ n% g1 W0 C1 m) l$ ]7 lFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 {, F, p, F, h, V d/ A
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 ^8 ?6 P" w _, C
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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- j) x. U) i* j2 W# UNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
: A, l" G/ ^& A2 I0 `How you suffered for you sanity,
5 ^9 L* J/ F9 \: \! V% ZHow you tried to set them free, 6 e, n/ C' r) ~+ F/ |; F
They would not listen they're not listening still, 1 p8 P0 t. `" W
Perhaps they never will. |
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