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8 _$ n! [% ]: Y- GStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! x0 ? D9 _$ H) H! a1 CLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! T5 S8 G U0 i2 ~' f6 p" O
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 X* w. ^5 G, F& H5 K0 OCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * k8 J' P6 a. q8 c
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
% b" G! ]: {$ u8 W! wHow you suffered for you sanity,
6 y* M" S6 C- S% wHow you tried to set them free, Y2 V5 H8 R, y
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% L4 d+ l s2 B' ?Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 A3 D7 H$ s1 F2 { U/ W
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & `7 G$ P6 i' u5 j2 e
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# s# S! D& p0 yWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : b* R7 t4 n, `5 r
6 g: }- W9 \$ s! z; i$ B6 ?& hFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, * b, }" P& g. K8 d9 g
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% m+ H$ A( r5 r0 Q4 s8 ?9 ~You took your life as lovers ofter do, ' B' M" M2 ^% Y( T5 I7 k2 ~
But I could have told you, Vincent, 3 s5 i7 @) z. V2 W5 \
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. M- F7 g3 l3 s2 I2 s+ [5 f! Z
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
$ v) [6 h* s( w" {2 k1 n+ a$ lFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 Q3 M, a7 a4 W; w: _: O
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, y% k2 O3 f# E4 gThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % g3 ]8 W d+ d X" q
# y+ O' O8 |+ \, TNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 8 |) p$ @, S& \" `; i
How you suffered for you sanity,
% S0 a8 s$ I8 n# @4 BHow you tried to set them free, 4 n$ u9 m, z' I3 y
They would not listen they're not listening still,
. X2 [: D' {" P8 a2 dPerhaps they never will. |
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