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1 r) w: t1 F/ l( e8 f; gStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - g% j1 P3 q" `1 o
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( z8 m' _! k( {( ~- j- e/ }9 S: f
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! ~" q6 {- c7 I+ U# P3 HCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 _7 |- `2 `( S$ a G
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
4 g* p W5 s7 Q9 ?5 R3 [How you suffered for you sanity, - T6 ]5 G, g* a7 h
How you tried to set them free,
* t4 \5 q; j! x' u) u- f7 MThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * i) f* s' a- b) X* F3 P5 n
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' w7 t1 w3 z, lSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% i r( H6 d: L( U0 @2 B% IColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* ~* ^* g% Z# ^. c/ |" {( bWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' } m* X; S2 b
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 R! b* X s# U4 U/ d1 {Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' B3 A x! `0 ~- ?( _* MYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
& {" F# _1 ]' _But I could have told you, Vincent, 1 h3 y/ g6 z; w9 ?) W
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - n0 c6 ^) C1 V: `' J; Z& d( D
* ?! M/ f) N4 W- A7 Q& ?$ `Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # p* {* g% G! z1 x! S2 K# \5 X6 T+ E
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" }$ i0 `0 j) ^$ ?Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ e6 e5 {& `# E; G1 W$ xThe 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,
) O+ B) K& S ^7 T3 RHow you suffered for you sanity,+ H" ~( `6 y1 l
How you tried to set them free, % g# u$ `2 O! s1 E: t
They would not listen they're not listening still,
' O/ g0 c' i% m" ]; J$ CPerhaps they never will. |
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