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" r/ g( c( s$ l; z; [Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* y8 O U9 H" {" \/ q! L) SLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 V( ]5 q. Y& T1 h
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# a0 z3 }" Y( y& B% g# ?Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : D6 ]: E! t. B3 b: d
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,) e+ U1 P9 C$ |- ?4 c! ^
How you suffered for you sanity, * l+ u' B+ T) n& Q% b
How you tried to set them free, * A4 T2 o. V8 M4 E; I- c. ^+ J
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + D7 h2 Z2 J6 K8 R; ~, E( w" m4 g
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
i4 i+ u( `% E6 A, Q. x X6 WSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) \8 m' i% J: ]; {6 e8 TColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" J% y9 u+ k& w" ?# kWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - `+ ~+ }' a8 \7 s5 G) g
& |7 ]/ y& k: xFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; ~' v) R! \+ q, B+ QAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, |* A9 j V% I6 @: ~, k D' _You took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 J! C! i4 }6 ?. M' YBut I could have told you, Vincent, 3 E% E4 Y# E- K- Q0 a) a9 b+ B
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 _/ e3 Y. y) v' V- \
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ x! Y- ~0 u6 J& ^" A: o5 BFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. A/ m5 q) N9 i' E+ D0 L3 s, J# uLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * l. A) x3 i: j6 t2 M6 \
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. l/ S8 s) d8 X6 j
1 b0 {) d, k6 D. K! X, x2 i9 SNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
?" |- s" @. J6 J3 AHow you suffered for you sanity, b5 e! q. I( ]/ b8 \& j& G0 \3 v
How you tried to set them free, # A- l. Y. t$ ]5 g
They would not listen they're not listening still, 3 C2 K" O+ w* K, T7 v+ U* m4 w
Perhaps they never will. |
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