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0 o5 s1 @2 g+ d( a* v- m; p; w, g9 lStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / Y: X& B% ?; _* {1 c8 H9 v
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 n3 M& |. I( N2 y3 `1 E4 ~ d
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 n4 Y6 K# m0 K9 Q1 u5 Y) pCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 v9 F+ s. c( D! z3 CNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 o: N+ s& e, C) `- CHow you suffered for you sanity,
# x l5 G& G2 K, C, g/ V5 g) WHow you tried to set them free, 8 G$ K' S5 d1 q6 t5 y( O
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
A: B: `( r" `) r7 WStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - n2 C$ P0 Q6 J) L+ j
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 z! ^" u5 I0 s. m+ p7 V
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 c0 N; K2 [9 X6 l4 E& {3 R& zWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 t9 ^0 H1 x7 }$ w j
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
" p! S- E" _, ]Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: I( p7 t" w! t1 y$ [# `You took your life as lovers ofter do,
& b" ?' B# U6 ` F: Q, _But I could have told you, Vincent, + p; n: C6 Y% I% W
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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5 I. l4 D3 s+ ?/ PStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. b9 w* c0 W8 x% h, d) ?Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 _3 @0 U7 H6 E; {' MLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " T6 h+ R s% n3 s7 C7 T# ~
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + U7 |$ ~+ w% `2 o3 n
, S8 [" W+ c! w, w7 n, e. K8 [- q8 RNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 3 u% s4 }, }0 w1 L
How you suffered for you sanity,
* n. c4 G P9 C2 Y- X/ sHow you tried to set them free,
; r, J/ {* V/ I! DThey would not listen they're not listening still, & I0 F( ~1 G7 o/ M8 A
Perhaps they never will. |
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