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1 a9 Z* q; d6 Q% VStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) Z4 [8 ?9 R7 d, _! `/ p: gLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; r% ~: h/ b% g# N3 p9 _. \1 E3 l
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 v' Q; J1 m7 H) y
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 h( b+ M1 X y: H/ m( n% e/ RNow I understand what you tried to say to me,8 t' v( L* G4 a/ M: a$ y+ o0 j4 U+ m2 y
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 K6 \5 Z: J* Z: g; x( [6 v' ^How you tried to set them free,
) T3 \. _5 I9 u* v4 U6 AThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, _; C1 d5 }! b) A2 [. D& NStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, z0 G) p! q3 e0 ^4 HSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" l7 Y/ K R) ?Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& A; {/ O8 \6 H0 oWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ {& w* e1 d* f9 C. r
w4 P6 e* N! n, j1 B% ~* _8 q) g1 KFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
1 z) M0 [9 |: ^1 B# Z* UAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . x j' c, ?/ v7 c) g; U
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 q- @' h2 r$ Z) p0 B* J; fBut I could have told you, Vincent, : M# ~; z0 C K8 |& O5 j9 t
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' A" H* I1 p" X: T3 Z C' h' h3 I/ oFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! c+ G' v' E2 I ]! A
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 E6 Y+ r% n; S/ ]- JThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 ], e3 c( V8 m: e1 U% _* i
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ) B4 \* p$ C# S, s5 M, i# {- G" o e
How you suffered for you sanity, @' P! F7 P( l8 V" @; \( l4 @) `
How you tried to set them free, * ~) c$ g" u+ ]+ X; g
They would not listen they're not listening still, 2 r4 m+ O6 P. N. C8 l
Perhaps they never will. |
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