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6 ]8 h& ^, t# b) q1 V( }- b. _/ PStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 p: ?) p& b' X( \1 }, v
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % L8 R; M, L; A' G# Y! k
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, x4 y! N- u8 _# Q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . C) F0 A! k/ z, W
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,. Y; A2 _( }+ _- V: S: b0 G! k4 p, q
How you suffered for you sanity, # {! j8 J3 V( r5 H3 d
How you tried to set them free,
7 A$ w2 A' j# \1 P5 q6 U, L7 nThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % B# z" Z5 ]( g/ A# D7 ?
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 |9 J% X) q( c" vSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 [* t% w, t r; q" v
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! x( [1 g2 f6 A
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " a8 ~9 h7 f4 k/ J& U4 S
+ j8 o' L0 Y& Q) XFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 x2 T5 q7 u7 H1 C# S. m- [+ h% p& VAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 L( x7 T. {& I7 S! [0 z8 `3 p; EYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
. m( Y/ K' O9 C( r7 u3 zBut I could have told you, Vincent, ! e- g, N7 y( ?8 m2 V2 K. W$ }9 Q5 X
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
h- f/ Z( A, w9 O% zFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% M- z* W0 |/ H9 r7 e( J, X# _Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 c6 v; k/ R/ } {) T
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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' m9 @1 {3 Z8 ~1 I6 v7 TNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, . X6 c7 L. H5 W0 U8 n
How you suffered for you sanity,% O4 ~9 [! l2 J- ?: \2 `
How you tried to set them free, 5 q. U! h8 H9 A5 n$ _# K( V+ @
They would not listen they're not listening still, : a! t9 d, M% m4 h
Perhaps they never will. |
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