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, p! \4 t6 B4 W! g8 h% KStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # h( h2 I) S7 ~8 C$ a
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + C; Z7 [8 o5 ~/ _9 k
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ _; d" _1 y- l6 w1 ^$ X2 ICatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* n5 q b ^2 P0 u% d+ E3 I9 {9 _Now I understand what you tried to say to me,# c3 \ [- \7 w! J- Y
How you suffered for you sanity, : B' L4 k9 p1 O
How you tried to set them free, # {* O& N# z9 `" d
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 B# _1 t& B' |# ^5 AStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 x/ I1 {3 ]: g/ e' H! D$ t, W, gSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " g# c6 U# O8 @/ M& f0 a3 R
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# h8 ~+ r5 i, `/ r" M% A- O/ jWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 P F' }2 S7 y
" z: e, S( r7 F* e( y( n4 XFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 G4 |6 Q# _/ M3 B6 Z+ H tAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 X; C: j$ Q5 z" h) b
You took your life as lovers ofter do, " t0 |0 ]8 {2 v4 ?! I! o* h
But I could have told you, Vincent, . n7 p8 }, V1 a* K6 v" Y% p* X
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ h6 d0 }5 h$ a
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, I' {' q5 X3 o$ _, A5 T; rFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 o1 v2 k5 w/ a v1 \Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' s9 ~6 q* u9 O/ R6 t
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 I* a% ?/ `# X
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
& S6 y/ D! l3 S0 {+ b1 ZHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 N c6 W7 n4 A3 R. M! c) THow you tried to set them free, 5 @0 i7 J- H2 e8 J/ C! R7 [
They would not listen they're not listening still, ( c7 ?4 L/ v( B; B, g& Z
Perhaps they never will. |
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