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: K1 i2 A: \) T3 @/ e/ kStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* _4 S' P W7 `& }' qLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 e( ?; }4 G/ E$ c, J' gShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 Q) s1 c0 r1 d T% Z3 wCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 I/ W& B0 E. u% M
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 P# W9 L: Q% z' T6 T" w# rHow you suffered for you sanity,
5 x( E) k8 f4 o6 j! fHow you tried to set them free,
8 F) Y+ i: \2 P4 zThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 D& H% U! D5 S5 R+ U3 w
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# h8 `* i7 F9 nSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ T; W; f( s! O! z- ^Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 L H0 f! S8 K5 {9 M5 a7 e
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % v* {5 d6 K+ D2 w/ W. g
, c) B( q) I0 A6 Z6 ]1 Q6 k: J' IFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ! i$ g$ Q, Q' r1 M3 O$ ]
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 [5 z% P; z; s' O+ z* c3 b1 `( kYou took your life as lovers ofter do, $ \8 y9 }/ [0 U* k9 ~" [# }
But I could have told you, Vincent,
8 \1 k8 O/ z; _4 t2 `* b, uThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # h" V; h- w1 E$ x- U
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , P9 B4 L5 S8 @$ \
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ T& D- n" y( }6 G; F! HThe 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,
8 G) N( I3 D' E/ b: b' M6 Z1 g) L# i- HHow you suffered for you sanity,6 e0 w% r/ r. }3 E
How you tried to set them free,
7 i: Y+ o* C2 ^5 {/ V. g8 B! EThey would not listen they're not listening still,
! i' R' T6 U! `! X% R7 ~; u3 vPerhaps they never will. |
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