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7 b+ Q) y# D" u+ s* n! XStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" ~4 n) {/ D% y4 e6 o' u, PLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" G$ p7 N- B. v5 e; x: J8 iShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 H/ l; ~% y" `6 _
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; i" K. @# w. h" j" d# P% k
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,3 X( Y% `, C' C2 G* E
How you suffered for you sanity, : J x: x! E6 q3 \- C" n) C
How you tried to set them free, 8 I) y: b3 V3 ~/ }* v
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 O A/ D& a2 f
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 _& a, d* ? c$ @Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + H) m9 }; F- {7 p
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " O6 c0 _9 e$ l" o
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
. p3 ~! H4 W; g2 {' rAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' p8 P' P4 B' b- u: f6 g G1 B% f3 `/ ^You took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 y1 L, M* {% ?
But I could have told you, Vincent, 9 x' Y1 t9 Y6 V$ d/ S' l
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ B9 f# n. p5 q4 r( l1 M! f2 C
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 P( c0 c% \" q& S: f/ y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 3 H4 l. n2 J* U
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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& t+ ?8 s& u9 F LNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
( L6 o4 _% Y, v1 I6 A {How you suffered for you sanity,* `! E9 W/ a% t0 w
How you tried to set them free,
9 `1 I P n' ~7 ]$ s, b7 C- F- u0 uThey would not listen they're not listening still, 1 @/ M* a- `0 Z7 ]1 q
Perhaps they never will. |
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