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1 c5 {9 T$ U1 _/ r( S rStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 a" B4 U# N& u$ ?: R" `8 I8 W
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / G' n4 O" N: v+ A) k" ~, O
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: Q% V- t, `4 N! W$ n' p' R
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 l, T( q6 @- }8 W
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,. o+ l: ^" _. q5 E1 t5 O' C% y
How you suffered for you sanity, ) D. {: I: r* q: M9 i9 o: y
How you tried to set them free,
( v% ?' _# u& F+ L% r1 JThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% v* N# a* r4 zStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 y4 N: `+ @) K1 n
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * t% h" B& E6 g. Q+ x
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# z2 b" B7 |# S9 v1 EWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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3 g' B9 F' F" I5 I" K8 kFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ W" H8 f i9 C8 o, aAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; r0 ]+ [2 K3 g3 _7 h) N% p
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
) d6 m% Z( a; o* s0 J. YBut I could have told you, Vincent,
5 S" L! i7 G+ ?# W2 {$ ]This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. " W- y, _0 s A( P
! J# v% ]* b. c; ]Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( V: {- h* h4 ? F- XFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 F4 {, N5 r/ ] [' R# F1 {/ \
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' Q- b7 F0 P3 B0 Y* O7 yThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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0 |0 @% Z0 }# W% s4 Q; gNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ S; Q: C0 E" ?- [+ B3 rHow you suffered for you sanity,
( e' _) Y% d9 C' S2 T5 hHow you tried to set them free, 7 a" v3 I( w, o0 A2 h- A
They would not listen they're not listening still,
" w) q6 s* o6 T0 J( G: dPerhaps they never will. |
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