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) @ Q x8 f0 ^1 x- T! LStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 3 z3 a' Z8 N9 u+ ]- Q: i/ i
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 2 A& S2 ~9 Q* o8 ]; d" D
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 B; g/ C% H6 D, T4 ZCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 Q* O) x% I9 s1 l: W1 Q$ ?! G
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,7 f( l9 x" o( z! t) [( w+ i
How you suffered for you sanity, / b6 p6 T E5 x8 y' T
How you tried to set them free, 4 S* Q! ?# ^5 [& t
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ Q! I4 s* V3 C/ ^7 T3 ]5 zStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 ?# h; ~1 u( e+ x6 bSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% P+ j L1 T( D+ n0 _Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 q* y8 b+ o7 ?, bWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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2 ^7 {! v4 W+ n, {# c) J$ [For they could not love you, but still your love was true, % v b8 x& {* t( K- @
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( A& y$ B) N: z& E7 aYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
K9 J2 [. y; M6 e# c6 @1 BBut I could have told you, Vincent, ! X% l( \- o4 |/ [3 G Z7 R
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 ]. t- Q, H, \% f" `: x. cFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 k4 F- d! {: F# A, G9 q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 F5 {- _; {1 a! Y# D+ @The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , x9 h0 c- R+ a" L* F: B
' V n' D6 P7 \+ T, VNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 h7 w! j2 I; `4 h3 B7 q' J9 P" A4 R
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 Q3 Y" b/ @* D2 V) JHow you tried to set them free, 6 V$ V8 B( v+ e& F$ D
They would not listen they're not listening still,
' q# d$ q, A- T. ^( R- Y+ d- v8 }Perhaps they never will. |
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