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, N- [# H. e# m- |Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 P' K1 B# |4 s- j) S$ KLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . |+ {; C: Z& ` u1 }7 l
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! R6 a* o: D+ J2 w6 Y# I7 b; W: n
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : Y8 n8 F! \; b" N, }9 e ?
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,6 w6 D8 _( f# }% Y; o
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ \, t( U! B& D, N3 CHow you tried to set them free,
2 K8 `/ x! B7 Y7 {+ qThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 U* H8 S5 m5 KStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 ?; S5 x" ?" ^& R/ ?Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, # A* m+ I$ L* U( |8 z
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ N$ {: R2 b' p; w/ dWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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9 H( r+ O. R( T* ]& B2 w" Q1 WFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ ]2 i* L- _, ^* x. E' dAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 H. r7 q# V; j# L) R6 l" ?* B
You took your life as lovers ofter do, " P3 d0 M$ ]" {/ H
But I could have told you, Vincent, ; s2 e2 e% D4 Q, C3 ?. R4 C- G
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 i; ]/ Y* A ^5 C' ~. Y' R5 {* J* y0 U P
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . G/ R. \- {; j3 K' u
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 [+ t7 p( k! c& ~" i
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 f+ X# J3 ]* V1 n$ w* ]0 I
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - Z$ i$ y8 E, ]. O# E( [; {+ G ?
' r3 I9 p4 V; W/ S. z" b8 N4 D8 tNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
5 D) I# G/ }5 l, F5 ^1 K9 p% [How you suffered for you sanity,
4 Z* X1 {. Y; i" u' EHow you tried to set them free,
; g2 s0 f4 s E) rThey would not listen they're not listening still, 9 ?8 g! B; S8 d: z8 N. \8 S
Perhaps they never will. |
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