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8 q! J" E/ [; Y3 c lStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 j3 G0 f+ ~& b
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ ~& G; s& w+ {2 lShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 a0 i- l1 b( u6 _& mCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( `! J5 Y/ ]! W2 c
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,8 S; a( l7 O$ e4 x5 A: f
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 l# N" n2 o) L) JHow you tried to set them free, $ R3 D4 l, D+ D/ @9 e( c
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 Q1 j3 r: z* k
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' Z" c l& r, [$ d! `- B
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. i& g. _# h4 B: T" e: t2 R* SColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 V2 p8 A0 N' x) w( F9 a- x
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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- s, x2 C. n) `# ^( V0 ]For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
2 s# ?6 `0 N; C$ o2 ^# H: NAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# y. K6 \' d& f. x, x& ]5 PYou took your life as lovers ofter do, + p& x! C1 M* [
But I could have told you, Vincent, 6 n- R: q8 R2 q0 c+ r p K
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' m0 b- q* Q$ X! _, MFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # c( c( U7 \( I1 o, Z3 ^. n1 {
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 F& ?( i7 q; ^( d: SThe 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, ' E m3 w" f0 z$ q) n u" T
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 N' M0 E4 D1 D/ d% x+ ]How you tried to set them free,
}7 Y8 j8 H3 C3 n4 R: eThey would not listen they're not listening still, e) Z$ p% G; Q" J! s- n( Z
Perhaps they never will. |
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