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2 A% F: E! a) c4 A, j1 p4 VStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 w; r) \3 x7 e/ P; U
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : _4 K- q' T2 q1 }, c( _# r
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 I% T6 H" d% {, Y
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( Z3 g4 }- Z9 g2 ZNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
# j* Z" E5 S% m4 s( A% d4 mHow you suffered for you sanity,
& R* G. H. V5 \, dHow you tried to set them free, i% F5 {4 [4 r+ A" P
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * N' V9 W5 @! S5 J2 b/ N5 T
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! K3 U( H: y' I- ` t' a2 J
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; Z! l8 t5 u9 f3 r
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; P4 D; @( K' E( e7 R
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, 1 W- N5 A* P: S, v7 z4 Z- l
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* S: \ c$ U+ G7 C5 RYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 T: o8 s# O: H) x$ {1 vBut I could have told you, Vincent,
E( E) P7 N% X1 o& Y4 {- GThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 e6 o* X7 `- A# y# WFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. h* n, p: k7 i8 |
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 L- x4 N9 y$ n8 ` |
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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' i N$ z: m) C7 w8 VNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
& L6 b/ {) {) A5 P, @7 }% xHow you suffered for you sanity,1 d' W. G% R* b& ?, k' u1 {( Q; H' ~7 Y
How you tried to set them free, ( X6 B. H1 i0 w* E7 q
They would not listen they're not listening still, 9 L' \- [# T2 q3 L; W* Q6 w
Perhaps they never will. |
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