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4 y9 V4 p/ A0 ~# }# o+ p- J# \Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ o+ N& |* C. R6 j8 ~% {2 x
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# o# K u3 s. B& HShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," o1 {) K t& T/ [% p
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, H/ A) e' z; c* i) R6 E/ BNow I understand what you tried to say to me,. {8 v/ K" g2 O+ J
How you suffered for you sanity,
# [ }8 j" j9 N% R: \8 _+ qHow you tried to set them free,
- E# h! a0 h7 VThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 |! d0 D' U% e5 n! G5 A
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( W. {3 N! n) N1 X! Y7 `
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 Q7 V; G) a, S4 V1 h$ Y8 E' YColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ Q' ]/ i: E! C0 \ ~5 [$ IWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " S9 w) L* |9 v9 T4 Z# m
/ J9 X" O" I5 e% ~' A& oFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
4 h* |$ i& N. C* d/ f! s1 b tAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, k2 E9 s% x# Z. ~1 h& dYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 K* j( |/ G, f7 {3 @3 V. f, KBut I could have told you, Vincent,
* H* R3 t% t' S, F; tThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 T& _1 h; K% ~& z
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' P3 E; D! ?; k, RFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - e7 O' L% b! r) O
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 Z5 u9 v) e+ _. b1 z/ M
The 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, 7 {( ~! Z: G6 C7 q3 U$ A/ Z2 d. K
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 h n* n" g9 s2 `How you tried to set them free,
4 ?: d2 O4 m7 x2 b$ e+ ^; Z% TThey would not listen they're not listening still, . E( x% ?) }' j
Perhaps they never will. |
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