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! F9 f8 X) m' o& R& \+ ]Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
I7 u0 b+ T. @7 p1 c3 o9 gLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 |# W, [3 X, Q) r+ U- w1 n
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 D- M! w& I7 o. l f5 ~9 ~, h {Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. q0 _6 D! S5 X4 y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,, v4 p( u6 o. O* A8 d9 Z
How you suffered for you sanity, - R b1 g: n/ J
How you tried to set them free, 6 C* y2 @( u' U7 D
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' L# A$ _8 N! _( K& X0 tStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : Q6 O+ \3 x* r) \ e
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, U. H$ T. k, f3 a" K8 ?5 uColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 G1 Y% M* g! z: K2 S9 x% E* cWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 }3 ?3 {& p" d* M+ ~; Z6 I- u
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, , Y/ [0 U7 C* q* ~& y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : V# @& d+ t, t5 e: ~/ X7 b" V" X
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 A- x3 i1 [, F5 P& p
But I could have told you, Vincent,
# @# X# R0 W- Z* r/ q+ @This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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- W! t6 e( O' l/ t* ]; lStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: d6 G e0 i r0 H, D$ J3 N; Y; pFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; D$ u7 N3 I1 A" J- J- B
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( g& h" L# E8 OThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( K( f4 U$ j& g# x
5 J" b _) K0 T& Q' bNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, / ~. ^1 D1 [; X( g6 p) T/ \0 _
How you suffered for you sanity,3 J* b8 k" [. L+ ]
How you tried to set them free, 1 L) {/ k2 W: p
They would not listen they're not listening still,
3 B) c. b, X" z% C2 w% o2 W! GPerhaps they never will. |
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