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, X" N2 e; d& k; G4 ]3 PStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! r. \2 V; ?/ A# v+ P5 H5 A' s, GLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
) ~' e# i6 x( i4 @8 Q+ T4 wShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. U' l4 O6 h9 P p+ k
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; w, [: W4 D. z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ }+ e; c5 ^; T8 G7 U) |; ^5 BHow you suffered for you sanity, & D& o; B4 Y4 O5 F
How you tried to set them free, & j; w2 ?: }& u- j* i$ h: o
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) d* n- b2 p }3 B5 U9 N) E
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / C8 ] X, H A! e: K7 R* k
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 S: x t) A7 ~( d) u. O! x; ]* gColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
v" W H3 m fWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & }7 N5 c/ ^/ n
8 l) L$ K/ y H( ~For they could not love you, but still your love was true, , ~! z t9 L* @8 d; A5 w1 C: t
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( C6 {+ m/ I8 f9 E C. ?You took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ b- C# G6 e( \( Y9 |1 q) `% KBut I could have told you, Vincent,
8 S$ c0 Q) ^. D/ N" cThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% a/ G: k, u7 \0 u& l# |( X1 _0 kFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* r! q3 d" z5 a( g/ Q. DLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' B0 K3 j( _; b
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
: M" b& {5 O4 h4 j9 X3 f: y' k# ~How you suffered for you sanity,) M* _" q% ]$ B( w
How you tried to set them free,
: G, V7 w1 i1 r+ Q$ xThey would not listen they're not listening still, $ N' @* A- S2 J0 }9 Y/ F
Perhaps they never will. |
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