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) k o8 b- ^6 h9 l% kStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + u& p' J! l, t6 ^
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 w2 x4 l$ k& Z! {
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 z8 X/ T" S! R7 r
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 M* H3 W' y! h1 {
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ Q) i5 D- n7 J5 N! b/ a6 m* [) SHow you suffered for you sanity, # z. q+ @. N: \* ~/ K' P& P5 |% m0 u
How you tried to set them free,
/ D; p. @# }3 J6 a" L2 ^They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) c0 _" Q( o$ m K- ]+ V- R
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 d$ H; x; [( \1 G$ g2 ], JSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! u0 V0 m0 C* B0 h; RColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 A' {7 y) L1 V1 u2 B# b6 M/ fWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 H2 M5 U% q, k! y. x7 Y
! A/ l. w+ c7 Y& H8 KFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 2 s- }+ s1 Z: M, x& k
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 L5 p5 }1 z+ f# PYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ X0 Q0 e# B% t9 w, {But I could have told you, Vincent,
# D3 D K: |* x- F$ @& @2 u- gThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 A' e5 |1 K2 q+ \6 ?- C+ o9 z$ `
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& _$ O$ ]* V4 D* _- Z& OFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " M7 k* V G0 m, E' J1 M
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . R0 ]4 S# v( I( i
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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5 R- p' _1 a+ fNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 `9 t' x7 o5 m8 n0 B
How you suffered for you sanity,1 Q/ w! [2 z0 F" o4 |; M9 a
How you tried to set them free, 1 z K! g* |- ^- l) C& t- Q
They would not listen they're not listening still, ( K* N8 I( d: i' ~$ ?0 Z
Perhaps they never will. |
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