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J5 t7 Q. r2 I. h @Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 K" c* F2 y$ k Z! [8 q. h& LLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& Z+ S# e/ {( p* l, EShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 G$ c% F) B1 p8 kCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; k% b$ i1 z' p* \9 V, R0 P# p
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,5 u# T% i ^! K r# Y% X9 U# z
How you suffered for you sanity,
) l( p' b0 C3 ^3 Y7 f$ @+ N+ YHow you tried to set them free,
; D0 \& G1 ]6 a% WThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 Z! y w$ j- Y) l" b+ c& C8 z) @9 f5 |Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; b0 `/ v9 N M- V" d1 P
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + c1 S, ^+ c7 D4 \6 }1 d8 L
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 |; }& {* Q/ H% ]Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ~( J: j6 K% x* M4 I. w5 G
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, " Q) d8 J: X7 i) O7 m% s# T
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 h3 r7 Y# I; Q- V' \You took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 c+ H; X1 Q, B' E3 NBut I could have told you, Vincent,
9 H) [6 Q) _. g( P8 `0 |This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + O8 y4 q& _6 W8 i9 K9 w' b
# b, [/ Y# P8 q) ?% }Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& R* g! m: d7 b0 ?, J( v5 S3 PFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 j( h3 e# j- R% f/ k5 Q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & s7 \6 ^% [5 G8 f3 |
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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1 _% ]2 u6 n0 v; p' h WNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 7 W* [* ~7 c* K" g* l$ J9 `/ _5 x
How you suffered for you sanity,0 l+ f k& {1 O/ S- m1 T) V& \
How you tried to set them free,
/ t+ d6 \; K& {. ?+ [% }" yThey would not listen they're not listening still,
# t; I6 }5 k8 xPerhaps they never will. |
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