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+ G- ~5 P) j+ i0 T& p: ?% IStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, b) g7 ~4 d0 Z* S# H5 Z7 _% X) v3 uLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 2 {# ]: X d* j) Y4 v7 e: ]4 Z/ t
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 ^( C/ P6 L# a: X3 z# a m# X( mCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: E5 c5 B2 h: R H) C+ `Now I understand what you tried to say to me," Z" g5 }8 Z; s4 m+ ?# M8 N. g6 ]1 c2 `
How you suffered for you sanity, 6 w% A- z* q( m3 ?
How you tried to set them free,
+ M. C3 m1 @5 |) o8 oThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% r2 @+ Q: w3 K, pStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 v \/ E- H. R# M( L4 K3 u) d
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. O+ H6 g8 a0 O/ I% R: W2 MColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. B5 [* o3 r2 n6 _- G3 L8 ~Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , v! n7 Q- y5 Z1 r( z
, ?# f& F9 k* ^9 d/ [$ |For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
& K. c9 N; s! a& d) U1 X1 kAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 D$ |3 j t# i; j) h7 \$ TYou took your life as lovers ofter do, " P% q$ W/ k% y. h8 M/ T
But I could have told you, Vincent,
! U' _9 |/ p; f$ `# cThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - X0 T8 P! V! h
1 i$ ^) \% A, }Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 P! N8 l. {' \0 S( S. {Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 ]$ G% S" l* B- [4 i
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 |( G9 }' d6 V1 i0 F7 ^- q9 \The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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; i+ {2 V2 A+ J5 w; _* j& ENow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
* z4 Y; Y3 I" ~) C+ Y; D& ^5 ]How you suffered for you sanity,& Y# {; l1 `; |7 `' B' m
How you tried to set them free, * y0 v6 a( q9 p6 Z
They would not listen they're not listening still,
/ N/ I9 D2 p! A" `/ BPerhaps they never will. |
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