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- w+ f8 y9 B( ^1 K7 m$ n( j7 g1 LStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ g7 w+ t2 T4 t3 {6 a4 R
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. M8 _9 N9 D5 s6 j+ qShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 {9 d& s' V% L$ o
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 R% t/ Y: D3 T1 T% r1 p7 D2 Z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
; c# [6 F6 q) ` i }; pHow you suffered for you sanity,
! k2 ?& r7 x9 J T8 b% HHow you tried to set them free,
. }8 Q5 I+ w9 C" o3 ]% e1 q! rThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # g/ A8 T- M: {& [! X
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & T" n0 B. X+ J6 `
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % y1 U! l' s1 Q4 d! [
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , s" I# ~3 ^2 q4 f5 t# t b3 C1 ]
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # x' J. ?5 a) Y2 e
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 x& N$ D2 B. X8 y* K3 PAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; }) q+ _. `! w0 G1 ?' ^& P0 CYou took your life as lovers ofter do, . O G' ?; K# X# C
But I could have told you, Vincent, 9 ~1 Z4 w$ l) d! I* X
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # z: q v4 l1 O4 e8 k
' D' `) U1 o8 j: y2 D! P: l" ZStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ {0 _* O& L: ~7 h- B
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # d& T% Q3 C6 r+ j
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 U* u0 ]5 O$ G9 Q6 sThe 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, 4 O! I* m9 O. F
How you suffered for you sanity,6 O" [5 W7 H4 i: }
How you tried to set them free,
% }! \2 r0 [) F, P8 Z, sThey would not listen they're not listening still,
4 e% k2 A0 c5 U0 D6 ZPerhaps they never will. |
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