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+ U( S' }* T$ _* T6 p MStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 s7 W2 B: R) [! r3 E. y( ~Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 V4 |+ n5 O5 }& q" T% }Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 H5 E& D% K$ L8 r
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ l" M* k: M$ |, K8 pNow I understand what you tried to say to me,7 H& P) S' \/ a2 x3 B
How you suffered for you sanity,
" K( w. G2 y5 d# I! [How you tried to set them free,
- y- n# B8 Z' o7 vThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 ^6 ]+ `! B" K9 Q
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
o% b$ J; e& w# eSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 B8 M# f3 }/ L* B B- r$ EColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 o: N9 s* t6 [- i' |5 z
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : ?) g: }8 M* L/ o
, G- ^: K. |& I* UFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
. y; s' U3 X, p; B9 B8 U3 kAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 c& V- q Q4 ], G* ?, c" B4 rYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
' q4 O" z. i8 e# }+ J; W! a- Y' }But I could have told you, Vincent,
9 B, ^( {( m/ G# K' rThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ ]$ x* u) m7 U1 f! m. s3 i
3 p2 v4 J% F$ w; H2 ^Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 V" g3 ?3 X6 E0 l% j% SFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( O( j$ g/ d- GLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 @6 H5 c. U- L: N4 _The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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- R' @" ~- O2 Z0 K/ k% sNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! B4 d3 @: J! S: ?/ |% k3 }- ]
How you suffered for you sanity,7 ^/ \0 O0 ?& z6 V- F! O4 e
How you tried to set them free, 7 n/ V: R- y2 P2 R
They would not listen they're not listening still, 6 Z6 t2 B4 X% l$ W# X) o. c; g; n
Perhaps they never will. |
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