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+ V" E1 p% t. @1 x/ CStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 }: v2 Y) l. k0 H/ E' X) g( y
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , ]) D2 a) u: z& V; x
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 e9 i& o; n' d: L" Y4 nCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
5 m6 N0 Z4 o \, T5 @: bNow I understand what you tried to say to me,: |+ \) `+ h' W0 z
How you suffered for you sanity, n- m6 K- w3 K8 F
How you tried to set them free,
5 g: ^% |# l$ r8 h% M" EThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, G6 U4 |- I8 n. a- f! A+ Z% RStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! l3 v3 Z- T5 J2 D3 qSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 T o. n: R8 L4 O( _+ `8 b
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; `( B' }, V% U3 U
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' N# u3 k* i7 S$ V0 u
6 m$ z; t, [5 B$ o3 {4 wFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, . G$ n4 @1 U9 B
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 `" F; a1 N) |9 D! p f9 z
You took your life as lovers ofter do, % l1 L& x1 p& [7 E4 l9 t$ `
But I could have told you, Vincent, 2 a5 _8 r. V& w0 z2 `& y. c4 K
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. " Q7 f- e5 K0 | v
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ q5 l! M+ A3 {* i ^) P* X J
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 B2 S' o2 g3 s8 N
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 j. W1 N5 g+ Z. g$ b
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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7 v* a" b$ x( \, D O5 B3 O* t- XNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
4 g3 {; a2 A# d' {( \. YHow you suffered for you sanity,( V- N |9 p1 u" x q; A
How you tried to set them free,
2 w8 `: N/ `& S) P# JThey would not listen they're not listening still, - i2 U0 b8 I$ z. m7 A {
Perhaps they never will. |
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