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, ^7 b3 ?( u L+ w2 A$ PStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ {( [$ o' }. R8 g/ y `' |; KLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * q) e3 u* n: X5 c& x5 H
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& y5 r$ t" Z7 {( D/ ^6 ~
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! m" s. P5 \3 {7 n/ ^% N ]: {" GNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
& ?( o3 J2 _, fHow you suffered for you sanity, $ D e" u4 h' P. r( o! y
How you tried to set them free, / k% d4 S5 F$ ^3 r) Q
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) H0 w# x' [8 t1 z7 A8 `+ c- ~
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ U% X, i4 x: x
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* @, S& |' C9 [( @' S: hColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 M* p# e4 w( P' a6 ~5 ]8 A3 R+ R
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 v$ Y4 A8 T) _, N5 C1 B- }* H4 o3 {
# C% T& |* t# h+ {$ j* Q0 jFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, # ~. A9 |# L6 n1 _ x% ]
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" Z A, B: s. D6 f+ K0 NYou took your life as lovers ofter do, : P! ^0 V; p. X* X( k/ M
But I could have told you, Vincent, 9 _" S4 C* F5 Y4 @+ M
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) D$ F2 {: ?: J7 G7 V0 ]( G; d! J
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) I. d! J; h4 d* t% N; E
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% z8 J. K* p$ X) L8 D; {( NLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, w: Y3 D6 H& Q5 H2 @6 {The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( I; o; [4 r: N4 W
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; V/ r1 D1 [$ r" m7 u
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 h" W5 T" G2 l! bHow you tried to set them free,
1 H( y% N W3 q/ aThey would not listen they're not listening still, # j# F* t% V* ]$ R8 Y! }$ a
Perhaps they never will. |
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