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2 g) D6 r9 W$ ^% @Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " M1 b; Q& B) g) B7 V
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " O' k7 i' @; I1 B
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( W! R, a1 n. I0 m r% Z
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % l/ m8 g. t/ G- E" ^
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,% Q! ]& c& o- _9 n- \/ T9 F" ]$ }
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 b- Z, z& D& I, N, @) E0 P9 b+ |5 KHow you tried to set them free,
, O/ ~/ B% }9 t0 |6 W: q: h8 ]7 d& OThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ f+ O1 q! s6 h) V3 P
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / Y9 ^' @% `+ D, ?5 R5 t( s
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & Q0 |$ r& ?7 K& V5 T
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 [# J; r4 A" U" V3 s% @Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 I, ?0 W/ j3 r: ?- E" r
2 K" K7 j2 H, T4 j% ^0 T! U" ZFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
?( h% t; q+ `* J+ RAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. h+ V) J' z# O$ R1 GYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
* L+ F" X& C" gBut I could have told you, Vincent, . ^% T: V7 [! t5 c5 [$ T8 G
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % X% a; m, s: i M& l/ y' H
8 z/ ?" [# h$ j) E- G! M* O- `4 TStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 t4 x" T! y* O+ s7 y) I/ o
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& |* c: i, ~- `+ XLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) E2 `7 v5 K$ ^
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
5 }6 }7 ~6 N. y* G( M7 D" G9 B; eHow you suffered for you sanity,
0 _. E0 H: `% C# |- s/ C4 gHow you tried to set them free, ) E' ^; L, [- }& U! M& w
They would not listen they're not listening still,
, E5 a# R$ N o5 E8 gPerhaps they never will. |
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