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3 K7 [2 C: O4 [Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) k5 p* D Z1 a6 `5 K* E; CLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
* W% m( M3 W$ \) x5 j* H, K/ ~7 ZShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 G2 `& t9 {' ^, XCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) K7 J. n. s: ~2 |0 eNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
, N" x) c2 j9 }% ^, cHow you suffered for you sanity, 6 Q* `/ i: w- C$ J; [. D
How you tried to set them free,
" M6 k2 L) v5 }6 N$ n4 E/ I4 GThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, V; S3 n/ X) Y3 [6 s* BStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 O/ m+ K$ |3 a) }( e5 M P
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 M: O2 M4 B! ]& D" e9 f/ |# m% D6 R+ y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + M( d! @5 r, A" p) D/ k4 O0 @0 z
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 q+ L/ E/ _- a- k6 O/ K
* Y1 l* D( h8 w" LFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, * g1 p- X. g% n! E1 l
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. }3 m3 t: ^3 a7 C9 WYou took your life as lovers ofter do, + p0 ]. o* y) M& g2 D" ~ Z: y
But I could have told you, Vincent, 6 d) d) O- J( j! y* M( B
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( x5 D* X+ Z& w( e% U; Q( _Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- j; W& }: h0 @. E/ N5 kLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & s$ K2 c0 Z- E0 @, A( f# a0 J3 ]
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 H. q- L" K0 Z) C- ?
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
, R# m; H/ J: N5 s8 w- SHow you suffered for you sanity,( o( _, Z- M; M: I3 J2 a
How you tried to set them free, # V6 N9 y/ o* c1 P5 ?! K
They would not listen they're not listening still, 3 z' o" @; k& U5 N
Perhaps they never will. |
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