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: z* q: w' M( f% s- Y5 ?Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & i! i, U% i" q" G7 o, X
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 ^$ \0 o* [; ], B0 V( W0 @
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 E1 `: U9 U ]; L1 Y* V0 f
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% T6 {, S5 z' U7 J# K0 O+ bNow I understand what you tried to say to me,3 ~* d- [9 i( D# b- l
How you suffered for you sanity, * v3 G0 P5 v5 P( x$ S8 X
How you tried to set them free, , N/ J7 R7 m6 h2 V8 ~& I" W
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; ?# }% O' o; m& X! EStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' e7 h9 h8 h4 H: O
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : x* ]# ^& j `0 @7 y" k. N& W
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* j. h. v/ F& X. I3 G; {; P, sWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & ]3 Y$ A0 u/ Q& U0 X' v
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
% j1 e& n4 }6 m* d8 d* HAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) H' @7 y8 D3 l& T- ?
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ( D) ^# M& F2 `% w. ]5 Q
But I could have told you, Vincent, ; v H+ G) X7 ^) a& o/ y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % V9 H( H7 b3 v/ N7 t/ S9 E
' a/ b, f) s. z& d' oStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & \/ M7 G% z8 y4 e* s; e
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# J4 j5 Y2 H7 _! d( {1 {6 ]2 tLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + d& R' N0 b1 H0 M8 M1 b6 m
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / C/ X+ M4 Z; ]: s' W
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
4 U0 y9 [: e1 ~# ^! rHow you suffered for you sanity, r4 D8 t K* X; O
How you tried to set them free, $ Z' D1 o! g9 }
They would not listen they're not listening still,
O6 j: X; c+ E. \- RPerhaps they never will. |
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