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# ~# `' k$ D% _6 F$ \Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- V* q! |; \' p6 PLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 A4 ]8 U9 T$ q2 l6 GShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# n& a- G1 j; ^/ P8 ^, u/ J7 aCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 H* `4 k/ j+ X9 q* ^
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,. F' A' c' C/ J/ }* q, z! u7 t- r
How you suffered for you sanity, & k7 P# f/ @ R% k4 i
How you tried to set them free, : l/ b/ k/ O7 J3 g! _/ x4 o
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& t0 M3 A. z5 ^Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: n4 w* F0 t+ T6 t% u1 ` @Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 s( ?* v+ K. k9 \# ]
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 T. R. q! D& T! @2 Q6 e& o
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & U* X% a- g% v1 h1 [3 T" H
7 c/ c9 J* U9 b2 ~' C: ZFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: z& ~: k: r5 s& k( YAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) X; l7 i5 o; j0 T4 u( H/ B9 YYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
. m- p; V! F5 j! iBut I could have told you, Vincent,
% B8 w$ }% X2 _: \+ DThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- s& D8 G3 V3 v9 h; BFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 L1 c4 K" w5 z u: ~5 ^3 L
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" Z. ^! Q) A/ D( vThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
1 q9 w0 k7 K: @/ S3 R9 [. U0 h, N! Y( c0 J6 K: d
Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
+ n7 z( t4 i- y; a! R8 dHow you suffered for you sanity,/ n- t! O$ z7 ^
How you tried to set them free, # K B4 C c" F8 c5 \
They would not listen they're not listening still, / K5 Y; S. k# Q
Perhaps they never will. |
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