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% Q9 n0 |" m9 ~; }/ ?' v- \Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 J' x8 o9 s" aLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / Z! L5 ^3 I0 ^/ A" C
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 p: c& |( |3 n6 Y& l$ E- h' F1 f
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 |+ D, \! d( @( R- SNow I understand what you tried to say to me,( k& f; \* H- j, M# y2 ?
How you suffered for you sanity, 4 ^: _* Y5 ]0 }7 ?9 M$ P
How you tried to set them free, 1 J/ T6 p5 b2 r( @8 p1 P
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * i/ b3 b9 C1 B) t6 ]; W
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ o3 W; f8 O9 r$ |Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . q1 I) v+ k& q8 g& |: K
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( @( U( R6 D9 nWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 u0 F, E, e. n$ u% h" a0 E
6 y/ T9 M4 s* i, f* U& z( Q8 l# {( RFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, % I7 c; M' k9 x+ d
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- h% q* O v# @/ ~- ^. f3 e* EYou took your life as lovers ofter do, . {1 R: U8 q0 a; X
But I could have told you, Vincent,
7 o& t2 u- r8 R& @9 Z8 p# sThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 ]" }9 W8 P* S$ F3 W
9 t* i( p7 N" ~# i. O7 cStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 J1 ]2 E2 o; M4 _3 q$ x' R! XFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 W, r4 E2 a) c) HLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ V4 f8 y1 E4 AThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 K- `$ j% w& {# V
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, # `3 S- s! H1 Q) L* v0 y
How you suffered for you sanity,1 |! n, @8 U# B9 X# C7 ~* I
How you tried to set them free,
6 s9 p( h9 n( S) ~3 HThey would not listen they're not listening still, 0 b1 h% T) Q! q& u: ^3 U
Perhaps they never will. |
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