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/ C9 w/ L8 Z7 N4 S# AStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 U0 b; f7 o& o: F( q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
* K$ q7 l3 I1 y1 x+ P8 dShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ U, A+ q$ S. V" v' L
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , M+ L e7 ]# _. n
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
, x; g' E3 d7 Z- _" iHow you suffered for you sanity,
4 V+ X0 Y" L% m) M5 {! mHow you tried to set them free,
7 y6 k* U2 w" g8 QThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . w1 B/ m: F5 v# a% l
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 h5 h D" u7 W& hSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
: e+ ^( ?0 L- j- s pColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. ?( z8 C$ O9 c1 _' e; F0 x. ]Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - }0 u7 D) Z& r
- T/ `' L2 I2 ~: V# nFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 6 Q7 ~ ^9 p6 J5 a1 m* E8 B: `
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / O/ j1 U+ r4 @
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
) Z* U, F+ J9 h# r b- H( hBut I could have told you, Vincent,
7 v/ @. K7 h9 L( J/ x6 B6 k B m# OThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! t5 T% S0 \# z# B
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' j# Z8 I% b0 LFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! I& {: g3 [( S' xLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, z# |. |/ f8 z* ^; n
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * {# J% d, U" |) U. q5 q8 @
& v7 u: a! u& i+ _$ @2 \Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 O" ^" t4 I" H& IHow you suffered for you sanity,
5 F" S1 W) J4 \4 E& i3 mHow you tried to set them free, 5 g) U- n. c3 K
They would not listen they're not listening still, 0 @6 S8 P$ w( X9 y; q
Perhaps they never will. |
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