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3 \* j) u: {9 h4 y/ Z+ }: @Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ j8 z) @/ O% @1 G' c3 B, v) x
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ j3 q. k0 F2 m4 H5 f7 lShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, z+ X; Y3 x4 D) L
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 a$ l0 ` V, D4 V6 m4 g
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
V5 r" R# v% _. e1 y: R& G) sHow you suffered for you sanity, ! ?. n2 m% l* z' S) M) y
How you tried to set them free,
; K0 ~6 [) P2 `0 ~/ e0 jThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 D: K3 r( @' w+ y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) B# v$ D6 D/ f: q5 D
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " W5 I3 l9 h3 h- h0 y' f' {9 E
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, n4 [4 k7 r+ J) X T! y: D6 iWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 B4 x' ^1 h4 \4 T* L0 K
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 b5 w2 |4 x* z/ H) L! MAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 g6 X( ]5 Q5 d5 B
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 O5 X8 [$ e; I% ? n2 K- g3 p. v
But I could have told you, Vincent, * p" V, }- X r" R, g* L
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 l8 I' Z2 Z+ U" U! K) p
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & u! A$ ^5 y( |) H k4 d* r
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 C* Z# M3 P4 M5 R: j
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 m% i x* `) `. fThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 Z% c7 Q( T2 t* _
# r4 ~! k+ a7 Z5 R# V' ^ ONow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
5 O$ S# @- z9 w6 ~9 }# lHow you suffered for you sanity,
6 Z& w1 p+ o/ ?8 lHow you tried to set them free,
- v1 X5 _# b- h( U) o; ]They would not listen they're not listening still, , h9 X% O) V5 R% A8 m: r0 U0 _
Perhaps they never will. |
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