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& c, G$ A3 \7 Q( p( N# `1 A& M" H" f9 rStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 Q; d, D0 _. F7 [1 T$ F* I
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: l+ I+ ~4 |. T$ qShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# T ^/ n; M) Y; `0 E- L0 f7 f3 Y- r5 mCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 A& c- I2 N1 y9 u! f! PNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 B) y3 M1 Z5 ?2 j1 lHow you suffered for you sanity, : ?, _$ X( {& u* o
How you tried to set them free,
, l, Q, {% @" n/ k, Q! c* X vThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
t% t, W! W7 zStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ i" o* Z5 I! ~- g0 S/ }# |Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , g$ u/ d1 J- g( u
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / q9 b! ]3 f$ B4 x
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 g8 K; Z* K4 [/ p
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
1 l) x5 d; f9 u e) B- s% qAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! ]: x* E8 N" ~: l8 a
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ ?# O) t# T. A' @' hBut I could have told you, Vincent,
9 e G9 R. S: m% R4 J; H1 Q* d4 UThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 Y5 b8 d- T J. r K8 {
F T6 v8 H$ l7 S ^Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 y5 Q; M5 ?, t% o( {, `1 v3 B
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# m* Z0 K7 X2 @ pLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 3 ~ s x# i$ C; Q
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 Z! ?+ }4 d I" p8 i: P+ j7 E
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 8 t) J2 Y6 Z5 t: x3 @
How you suffered for you sanity,4 \% d2 x0 v. H$ U
How you tried to set them free, 5 S$ N/ W e3 A! ]0 Y) P! P4 V
They would not listen they're not listening still, 1 b/ ^2 K2 u4 w/ X- p$ Z& I
Perhaps they never will. |
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