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' N! u% s$ r" @% t7 kStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 Y! a1 M: `4 \0 I
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" ]8 s. k9 f9 xShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" n' Q! Z9 Z0 y% [( JCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 h1 e% Y) N1 B! ^( M9 bNow I understand what you tried to say to me,( u# X9 Y$ A1 T! n* e7 e; K( ]
How you suffered for you sanity,
: k1 s4 o7 C& e; AHow you tried to set them free,
+ @- F$ _2 i2 ~8 U. a2 A* L5 ]They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , ~3 e/ @0 H* w, ~1 N+ {
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 g1 C0 o Y7 X4 _Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( Q# Y" N. ?. h& ?
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ N) i- E- o8 N
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % Q% p/ |4 C! ], B+ p
9 H) Z7 S9 C7 o- P) F5 rFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, + [4 ? K$ M, N; q$ w1 q$ _+ S" N
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - H1 B* j! a6 s" ^& Z
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ o7 p+ v$ k) ABut I could have told you, Vincent,
8 X7 }' b4 t1 H( [/ dThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 z5 Q7 g5 e* Z1 `$ N& I
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, V$ t7 }; S! z# n
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 N$ W" J9 ]/ {# [8 e
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , i3 b( q8 ^( P& ?* C5 M" Z
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & k" }' q+ z+ n
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, K' g8 }' U% X3 o2 \# S6 m5 p# X
How you suffered for you sanity,8 |& T4 l) L8 e* _' B+ e" c" W
How you tried to set them free, 8 [( v7 E! D- d" S9 g" \9 x8 Q. E4 A ~
They would not listen they're not listening still,
* W5 U6 `6 R# t. m# K4 xPerhaps they never will. |
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