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\7 w/ G2 E: h. bStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 G8 x/ T. f7 \! l
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 M0 k) i0 @; D0 Z* p5 r9 cShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 R& y" r( q& z1 L' u( b6 d) @Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 M. h/ G7 E. y' v7 @
Now I understand what you tried to say to me, {. ?& w: `+ z* v- n4 u9 C8 f
How you suffered for you sanity, ' ~5 k; Z# N; n% C" t9 Y/ W8 o
How you tried to set them free,
1 E( n2 b% ?& d4 F+ M/ d' yThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& @. o, p! T3 ~3 R4 j7 w! B8 @Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 R$ v5 L+ m" H
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 h/ `5 l. I, F; W) e6 a) l3 O( Y% NColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* j: o+ n. E+ o8 QWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 d) ]+ o% s1 Q- ]4 D! ^" n& G: O X
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, / \# k2 m! _3 r
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ j0 `+ d- K% D8 T( Z6 H' R& QYou took your life as lovers ofter do, [: j; d6 j5 D# A! L. {' }
But I could have told you, Vincent, - _. c7 j/ z! d/ \' D% U7 {- W- }8 Y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + T3 ]0 _; b1 S/ x! q
9 }7 O% j4 V5 t+ x, u) FStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 p; u/ a% z; ?+ a" F9 c K* q9 u
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 C9 c# d8 i& ?) I
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ v; Z8 i+ | ~3 M& F: fThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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1 l: X" p7 `( n8 y& tNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 ?2 }/ x, C( N6 Y$ W
How you suffered for you sanity,0 s* b/ U( y, l/ z7 \
How you tried to set them free,
; Z3 @9 P: {- ~( j/ d4 GThey would not listen they're not listening still,
6 X4 L& Y$ _. G5 Y6 Q; B" i- ?Perhaps they never will. |
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