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0 p- j; d% M& l0 }Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( o+ N- d$ N" G* j; gLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, T2 Y) O/ |. l: E, _7 @Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, N: J7 X" S! h& b2 z
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 r: S! O" q* BNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
, K, o: i/ _- I, o- N( RHow you suffered for you sanity,
% G, p, q6 l- KHow you tried to set them free, 0 P: L9 X+ D5 M/ z. _
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 M! z' ~% U8 e" {) u( e
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& n, Q, S) ?6 N |Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 H" R% ~# B. c! ^# _# QColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 |- p$ w* Q# g5 KWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 C8 n, Z3 }% }/ l A2 L f6 }/ Q
; M" b! { w6 DFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: m/ D; b6 _( |5 [Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 h4 C3 a. C, ?+ R3 T8 u% i
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 F% |' W" b1 y% x$ PBut I could have told you, Vincent, . ~. v1 u- N0 ?
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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6 \' P: `+ B6 M* p! z/ zStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + j8 Y5 L- W* s" x, p
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ C; x/ G5 k/ c7 D3 p- [Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ E2 \/ ]. u+ pThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , m! W9 c5 R) v7 D% R/ i; Q7 a
( Q( ^. Q# V& b8 {Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 B7 Y' v, a4 ?; g2 D- _( S
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 H5 R/ Z1 @ THow you tried to set them free,
' x3 ?5 \, i. i$ w; V5 E7 \They would not listen they're not listening still,
" O7 V7 O4 V% j8 a3 v `8 S0 s8 fPerhaps they never will. |
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