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k1 C8 }: d9 ^Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 g( `7 \ s5 X& o/ N
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 i, w( I+ `# E hShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 d& f3 }; E1 z3 W" a
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( @8 K% e& o6 z! w5 D$ o' qNow I understand what you tried to say to me,' c$ U& d. B q% `$ ^ [, h8 u
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 p- }9 A, ` Q- _9 I& S% E4 M8 A0 s0 G* FHow you tried to set them free, 5 W5 ?( M5 R6 }: H
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 y8 K" S5 W! S0 k# g' Q; [% c+ ]Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 X( V0 Z$ ? k( Z7 Z6 p
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
o( q; r& D6 h; R) IColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 j. W5 e, R* T; V% s
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: C6 j- O x5 L4 iAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 Y% @8 x% I pYou took your life as lovers ofter do, . V- ?9 n, n% A
But I could have told you, Vincent, , ?. |& @1 p6 v( a6 J' N0 i( d0 m$ r
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - V$ ~0 j' a7 K* |9 H" r# J
9 F3 M; M' i, i, w8 A% F% ?Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 R5 c f: b* p. I2 T, PFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 X/ V; n! A1 H* ~* n5 y4 d2 ?3 jLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 w l* C/ H1 I, I& F: SThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % \0 Q& o4 _. B1 u% m
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, . ^# C! R6 C2 c- F- n. n* e7 Q
How you suffered for you sanity,* e! x5 Q9 p! l/ `" J" [
How you tried to set them free,
3 H7 S, `2 ~9 J- [0 NThey would not listen they're not listening still,
9 S0 ]) c9 n( Z/ DPerhaps they never will. |
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