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- ]0 F: p; P o/ XStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 u# Q/ ?5 C+ `) v6 A$ r0 ~
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% ?+ c* X( h1 [7 G1 o+ u0 O {Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ P+ {: n% s ]4 m" I; J1 {
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- V+ ]# }! D. X! x( G1 \ H0 XNow I understand what you tried to say to me,9 k" E$ t# h1 W
How you suffered for you sanity, - V- h1 \* t% ]2 q" A% h
How you tried to set them free, ! ~+ M ?2 X" @4 b6 f/ j" ^: W
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 h3 w$ ^& X3 E9 u
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ V9 l' @5 D% V1 p/ {
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ v( J% `! A- n, t/ f& ^- w: k
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 x! T/ P( b0 c, FWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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% m/ f4 P4 t4 n2 vFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
2 ~+ c2 h5 ?* U, C [2 r" r! a T7 lAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 k% ]0 D1 M3 xYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
" u x6 c0 F7 P/ t: T+ T* tBut I could have told you, Vincent, # \8 k! V( ?( w
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 Y/ T1 x( M k, U
& }& r) y5 z- T1 x" m' v7 B8 hStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / Y% g! H0 q9 {, [* F3 Z: r
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 W. \: R& M- `5 X$ o$ U! k
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
^0 W) n4 z& tThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 S# N+ J* `2 |: O C" a9 o4 ]1 A
/ |' O7 m$ n- VNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, , @; Y0 _: i+ j, a
How you suffered for you sanity,2 @3 I$ Q+ n: p' O% a% v
How you tried to set them free,
9 r& w* t m" J& a: H. b0 [- m( _They would not listen they're not listening still,
5 b: y0 L& e- d9 P/ dPerhaps they never will. |
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