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7 x" _4 X' K3 {+ l8 t( b( L& i2 bStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& e7 T4 V! h8 u+ h# v; t" N, uLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( \5 ?+ O4 T- J( {" F8 ZShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- k0 F- D" B. \/ U; u- yCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ d( R/ v6 {. W [+ H% G. f9 H
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,8 D+ C7 z: N* R" r) d8 m6 ~
How you suffered for you sanity,
" K- M( Y; o* t) n, gHow you tried to set them free, 0 t! K: W$ o( ^$ ]
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! W) A+ o: D+ v# i$ u
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) X! C# ~7 C0 X& v+ k- y+ H3 u/ _Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ T, h0 T; |- c! }
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 f0 L! ]$ ]' D R. ]- o9 b, v
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 a4 q: G/ T# @6 F7 a6 |
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, + K0 a' L" a5 y5 V' f% P
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " M& p8 a% \+ d w
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
. I' E5 w% u) F; b7 L# OBut I could have told you, Vincent,
7 N9 ]# }, w( {0 O: g8 _" s3 gThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % g5 `& X8 W) I+ r
" C9 t4 Q1 C' B0 ^Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. m6 H# C- ]; pFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 M3 n- t/ | C& P! c1 sLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 f5 A" }5 W# J0 {% X& o( Z# x$ HThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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& K$ c E& c g: z XNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
) F# f2 j. j9 Y) R) OHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 R" e" h: M; ^) I1 VHow you tried to set them free,
5 L+ j7 R4 _9 }6 @% S9 wThey would not listen they're not listening still,
" u. w* h9 F/ L) a7 b3 {8 kPerhaps they never will. |
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