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, h& Z4 W5 _0 _; q2 a9 y2 e; A. }Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 l& `5 u9 i1 K4 O* X8 O' hLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 B1 @ ?, r4 E- { |, r( p
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! q! a3 t3 d" b& t! F% D. R5 vCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" ~( X! P# R9 ?; s, KNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
" ]3 L) I7 | C7 @& f% Q' zHow you suffered for you sanity, 4 m" L# Y2 E! c* `$ \0 y
How you tried to set them free, 5 L. { N' b) {0 {$ ^$ [/ G' {% ]
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& K2 Z1 @+ T Q+ g5 VStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 ^; f* o$ a! b
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - i3 d( F3 d$ `/ \* M
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 j0 e! \: S% Q2 E8 AWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & N. M0 I/ \) o1 Z' K- ?1 _' W H
' r+ a- Y: Y2 y6 aFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
! B4 n7 O, H( oAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% Q6 m* B. p7 m( J# y) aYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
, [! T" b! U3 P5 T2 g+ j3 W, F! x3 s) }) |But I could have told you, Vincent, - I9 }- [! ^# `/ T U7 h$ q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 `% C0 E6 e2 |8 r- Y2 K
5 K! S c' u) U% lStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 ~, U+ I3 |, z3 {5 H% Q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " Z S2 b& U' N! \4 @6 ]* I3 V
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; x9 M9 I& X6 _& N- Z4 A& i* b [
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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& q8 |4 J( s+ j8 r# gNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 R" z0 |# {( @; x
How you suffered for you sanity,& d4 z; h. B) O1 `" ?0 t
How you tried to set them free, ; T% N1 N5 k# H0 N/ O, D9 a
They would not listen they're not listening still,
# ]* ?0 e6 u, s8 X/ z2 _( tPerhaps they never will. |
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