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2 N# }9 S9 W1 S- Z* m' X0 j: n, E# pStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & S1 f$ l6 X1 S7 J9 f3 b
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; W) @9 [2 S& R( `
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" O6 I; V$ a: r% g* h/ @6 E+ ~6 wCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
o8 b: u9 e5 W8 dNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
; [; t7 y. q" o: `How you suffered for you sanity, , }/ _6 ^2 z( J% r' U7 j' V; ]
How you tried to set them free,
$ u2 M5 Z. S- m; w' g/ C7 KThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: B- q6 h ^8 M# g: }9 hStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# h( q. b+ k6 Z0 FSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% J! t Q7 }; o* F8 K0 P% RColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, j/ H" v4 r6 b, C; CWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - j1 f7 @1 `- W3 ^
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 O3 x- w7 u, `4 {' l w7 AAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 z% C0 U8 {* O; A6 S8 d& R
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
; Q |; @( z4 WBut I could have told you, Vincent,
; Z; Z q7 g; X" H, TThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 l0 L$ r+ ~) l& Z
! M" |* C) o. S# IStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 f4 m, |0 N" c4 {; Q7 XFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - }8 d8 X8 C) J8 N6 Z5 Z/ z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 V' K- ]( \8 R/ {5 _" a" K: `
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 n" J5 T5 }: f `: V/ j
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ R) y$ x1 n+ h/ A; O4 f3 ^$ bHow you suffered for you sanity," d: X d% ^4 R5 P `+ M: i" c
How you tried to set them free,
. c& t) m5 l W# R2 N; S3 W7 CThey would not listen they're not listening still, 8 ^+ M, m( s \% F( e; j* ^3 w
Perhaps they never will. |
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