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9 K. d) }/ \9 G) O$ Z; PStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 P: s1 {" a& i6 k' HLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 i3 v Y$ |0 {2 C: j7 r) p% t
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 r D: N7 n" d# D# q& aCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / h, O* ~( K( w) c0 W1 H- Y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
' Q0 ]: ?, ]8 i( W4 Z4 nHow you suffered for you sanity,
, Y6 x5 ?6 u" M& b3 {0 GHow you tried to set them free,
- c6 u, R3 |3 K; H/ K3 o8 nThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 Y2 ~1 Z2 Y* Q1 A: r AStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# X6 F+ J% M) K- k2 Y, BSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
\3 q' N% N: i9 ?+ Y: uColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) j& X; N- Y- L9 m& [0 ?& p9 wWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) n0 @ H4 Q" b9 C4 U
9 B2 c: L7 b& k% KFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 |" D& Q+ U$ l. ~+ D
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; S3 \& d( {. z4 e' Y
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
. c' V) ]; a# i9 m$ ZBut I could have told you, Vincent,
4 M5 k6 l# {; b; Y, NThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ }+ R5 W- U( _( c J" J3 z
3 Q' U; y7 m; W# z" DStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 U i9 q' C9 D5 K, Y: ]Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# K: I" f5 ]8 a+ T5 N ELike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * ^7 o& ^+ ~7 a. U9 z6 Q6 f
The 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, , e3 p* z5 e) y7 J
How you suffered for you sanity,3 A. F X K( U% }" [7 F+ g
How you tried to set them free,
; x# K3 j6 z/ ?$ u, tThey would not listen they're not listening still,
5 S' p/ }/ m3 M- U% C( m: u+ { LPerhaps they never will. |
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