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. a/ t; c6 y8 f$ h: Z+ X, WStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, _! c2 {8 b$ a: L
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 `" m8 V; W9 X+ y5 xShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, L8 r7 B- Q% ^- X8 c/ V( ?' ?Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 {$ q1 U1 R8 s) e( x D2 z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
! @0 T4 p# g! o' r% [5 E- BHow you suffered for you sanity,
& D4 s+ g" ]& k7 o% SHow you tried to set them free, / O0 b7 G& ?/ u0 X, E! e
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, r2 j( ]& z' T7 V* eStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, L4 @% G4 ]5 y( I0 `7 MSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" f, S5 t+ f& QColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 D1 q5 t {9 g: Q# ^
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , x4 ^/ X3 l# `7 ?3 F/ X' t5 x
6 K, B! g7 e% U( |For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
" _, {6 o( |4 m% x+ m6 b# {Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 J0 ] ~1 B! L' {You took your life as lovers ofter do,
! t0 Q/ p$ E- ?, Q9 ?* j/ f, bBut I could have told you, Vincent, ) |1 ^3 p/ ?. b8 n$ \
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 l( C; B( _ ?8 z- {# h" b
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: l1 e9 F6 K c& @Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' Z- H/ e; q: E! m QLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 h4 h+ h2 q7 k% `5 y x1 _
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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: v3 u8 S. P2 A5 }7 q F/ d% ENow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
8 W# u4 ^3 z1 fHow you suffered for you sanity,
* [3 N8 A* |2 ]( _8 q6 t' mHow you tried to set them free,
3 G7 J. o6 l4 Y" v4 Q# _* xThey would not listen they're not listening still, 0 A7 }/ @# U' l y, S& m7 j
Perhaps they never will. |
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