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5 B) m, u+ c# V2 \/ fStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 3 ^9 h; K* B+ M' J. v3 k
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( D3 n1 \( L u0 [, f
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, J# L8 J E1 x0 s* _8 O
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* m& Z3 C s4 ~/ rNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
) a2 k/ k$ M3 r/ hHow you suffered for you sanity,
( y; {' N# k3 e+ K j& X1 GHow you tried to set them free, T: @) y# s! v5 `; |# v h
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 x! D7 ?6 s. X8 Y9 ?; @5 N5 ~Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 x; q% r. f7 A. G- ^- z
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, @- f9 Q1 x2 j) b, ^( N
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& r+ i, m3 g4 f [$ `, sWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : i- R! E) ~5 j5 @& b
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
1 L1 h0 c# I" D# j5 _Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 B$ X" f; I# tYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 F3 H/ a( m/ X4 a7 }But I could have told you, Vincent,
8 d* ^$ n" r) T' YThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 g( q" z& s0 S* ~' Q [$ [
' T% N6 f' F; W e& AStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
$ M5 ~( L# ? jFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' X' Z N; b+ e9 }Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ s* W p/ o' ]4 N2 I
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 A8 O, y# Z) p/ B) @$ G) C" F
! ^/ I5 C& {9 t7 B+ t/ nNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! @$ |+ {9 `1 t: M2 T
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ d' u; ^: a$ o0 r5 _How you tried to set them free,
- a5 c" X7 G# I4 y6 j, ]They would not listen they're not listening still,
+ p3 @$ d# B" O$ R* ?2 SPerhaps they never will. |
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