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) Z: |8 D1 c8 R0 o8 i9 o3 dStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " o- Q( L1 g& F$ c+ e3 y
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; e0 k4 {# \" s3 |! ]6 B) G4 hShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& c; g- A+ M# s/ pCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& d7 x/ @9 Z, k# D* `- PNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
. m' _; \6 Y/ T% Z+ H" d4 n+ ~How you suffered for you sanity,
2 m: ^0 h' k+ U* i0 t5 ~How you tried to set them free, 6 W; @. m9 C- A( V8 c
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 G2 @. [9 s: O( A0 c1 p. C, R: CStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ w5 X9 {3 k$ U+ R7 N+ k0 w# KSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 z2 V1 s+ _- E1 R, IColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' }, Q% l% w& l WWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 ]4 R! M' K( c0 J5 D/ r" Y6 t
$ b8 Z! W/ ]4 C2 M+ z/ Q& ^8 _3 kFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 6 N* t' Y/ t& W$ s, G
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 d) y7 J) t8 {* BYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ g' h \" ~! ]' E* RBut I could have told you, Vincent,
# I2 v' ]; ^7 `3 Y( @This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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: }6 ~ h1 y/ O2 P, e( XStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 T: M3 T; e }8 W
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) B4 C3 w* ^' nLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( W5 M% c0 S) Z& p/ Q5 U) jThe 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,
# d6 ~1 S& e2 P* d9 OHow you suffered for you sanity,6 w6 [' i" Q0 O$ \& y( D D5 o
How you tried to set them free,
4 o6 l4 i9 e+ b8 W* e" ^" b- K, DThey would not listen they're not listening still, ) S4 l3 r- i; N0 _
Perhaps they never will. |
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