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+ W- X8 _6 U& B9 `7 E" XStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 _& F+ E7 e/ _; [5 G
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
f3 @8 k3 ?3 Q6 H- @4 nShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 O9 W4 `# z( E& j( ]. [# ]
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) u1 u; h/ B8 x& Z2 b
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
: U8 \$ D6 X9 IHow you suffered for you sanity, 2 ]) y- h' s$ Q+ i) m
How you tried to set them free, 3 ^% a5 Y" x7 i* g- Y& ]" m1 |
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 \- Q. }8 ? r$ BStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - u4 V& {; e5 ?" k1 y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , n+ _! Q$ E% p
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , v1 [5 N; b# r$ y9 P8 y$ F
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. + m1 f% I @, } g$ x: s& U W% U2 Z, w
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 9 z$ W; ]1 L& o3 @
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- t( e: I) _1 ?1 G6 }5 T5 T, @6 rYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
" j! m* [6 U9 s1 g! C7 \ o9 OBut I could have told you, Vincent, ' u' @" Y% A& W2 G) i. t' j
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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" R, V' q) ~. V' c% Y5 ?Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( {6 B3 q4 X) [3 _Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. q2 H; J9 I5 O. NLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' N0 L" `8 z0 z( J
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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" C" p4 ^3 K: h* W# Z% J+ s( _Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, : z: F) |1 j, Z
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 D* t1 \6 T- @- e: EHow you tried to set them free, 3 V' m; s* p p5 p; u( U
They would not listen they're not listening still, ' i9 l. ~% e. X
Perhaps they never will. |
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