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. ]' q3 s% f; a2 c5 W% N, p- yStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + [! _! @, M: _9 |/ W
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 U9 y) p6 T4 H( LShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( P) F/ Z- ?3 l* K- {7 oCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 w. }' I& D1 O* @7 X( ]; w! H" y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
- f8 `7 c% h4 \) x! ^7 x& K' B. qHow you suffered for you sanity, ( m+ _- U2 b: }5 s0 }9 }
How you tried to set them free, 2 L% M- K3 s+ P1 |3 @3 M' J
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( K; W0 m# l2 {! ]1 w6 a" N D
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 P" S5 U" e/ _+ y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 `/ V$ T9 A2 ^' C: [7 u! F4 PColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ J' Z% Z: O( P3 E" A Q: r( t
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , s" N1 ]1 x/ w. c
& I# {/ h; ?, J3 l6 xFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, & A9 ?; j, c- E w/ w$ g
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - f/ Y& [* B) A4 i4 ^' k
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 C5 _8 W2 X9 d, Q9 z( @; w W5 {' u
But I could have told you, Vincent,
: e. p. D: e+ ~ l6 g$ x2 [9 tThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 K; J! ?3 O u8 e/ F6 T
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # O7 X4 t" m9 Q. |' g8 M! {0 ~
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 [9 g* D/ ~8 ]# m; kLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( X4 `- ^7 r: e& X LThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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, J2 S% x N2 s( [2 _Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
& d( r' i0 H9 ^1 W8 A7 ~How you suffered for you sanity,
: K. D H, Y3 Q2 m; {4 }# F( mHow you tried to set them free,
- O% Z+ O5 c! i8 @& xThey would not listen they're not listening still, 1 v* m5 s3 T& ]& V7 a5 S
Perhaps they never will. |
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