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: C @; D. e/ t/ Z3 {/ y4 s: \( M% MStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 }* e5 a. ~0 [* GLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % I u% o* P6 K+ C+ z- n: z& R
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! u% k2 g* Q3 z
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 _+ E0 Z* k. Z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 {% ^* g8 R# \6 Q4 j9 t0 J: AHow you suffered for you sanity, * ?8 ]5 U" r8 I0 @/ j. f U7 Y
How you tried to set them free, * M# F0 ]% l/ \% ~' c6 \7 _5 K; L
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 e0 E; i1 [/ b) D6 C2 H8 DStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: s2 y5 X" G# B6 w! y. x6 L* T6 iSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ _1 Q/ W/ }' p5 y7 E2 m) e4 DColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; T! r' S0 g! E, yWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 X. q) s+ f1 C/ ^/ S6 I
1 K! ]8 L/ _! f2 VFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 g; I6 v$ G p' IAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / r: B, i( t) P4 q' O& W/ E
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 `! i9 J. Y0 @* ^+ ~: O0 }) WBut I could have told you, Vincent,
" ?. M4 Y4 R* T& mThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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7 T* V" f3 C9 vStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 R* ]: L, W9 `
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! {' j' y1 a$ Y6 X+ x
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" w+ G& Q, ^* q) m& q2 S$ nThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " w- l/ C5 N- W
8 h4 e& O( ]) NNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' M, x- }4 b4 H6 t
How you suffered for you sanity,
( }( U' D6 ]+ U4 Q+ D; M) dHow you tried to set them free,
: W6 I/ E; ^" o2 u7 T+ G+ aThey would not listen they're not listening still,
9 o5 |# N, X# `' Y' j& p) ~2 Q. iPerhaps they never will. |
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