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' o5 p6 t* g5 `# X8 [. g9 c" kStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) k+ K1 S! q' Y
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 N5 u6 J5 L% `9 R' p3 L' OShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! r' }( P( N' `& XCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & q- ?! u5 e% d/ l* t
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 n/ ~0 H0 N* \0 n& IHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 e0 a: M% e) K! a# G- Z1 [How you tried to set them free,
% G/ E% a+ {- JThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / D4 Z: j- _7 }3 @0 J7 x0 E, {% _
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # o) i. A) ?: r1 Z$ O
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- D! I Y( K9 @! oColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# p$ X# B- o! {4 D B# k' \9 NWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' `1 H' x6 T: a5 _
- V$ S9 D9 c6 G6 o3 y4 m& oFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 B7 ^- {+ Z' l) c! j5 }- IAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 z' q+ G+ G2 OYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 O/ m+ u' P: K9 E; o. ?: E4 R
But I could have told you, Vincent,
- }/ Y3 s5 L9 H2 IThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# O) T' A2 t0 H, Q/ J: @Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 {: a' K5 X" ~& o4 G- n
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & y- E8 P! b! q* q- u" L$ @+ p1 ~
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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1 a9 l- V1 R5 e) E# KNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 F9 o( ?! v' @# U& l4 [2 g7 b
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 G1 v5 i! o4 I; aHow you tried to set them free,
) O" f: x. z3 `# F1 n- O. m3 p" IThey would not listen they're not listening still,
. H5 H9 M, n: ~. E% l. APerhaps they never will. |
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