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6 Z7 i" g9 B1 z, T9 tStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! W9 K/ R+ l" y G2 U
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 n$ }/ d& n0 |$ o4 jShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: G! m3 e# d7 M1 y ]; nCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. w0 o0 z" b4 Q; I8 W9 T
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 S% O+ m% G3 F# MHow you suffered for you sanity, 4 R0 I+ R2 I3 |! V
How you tried to set them free, * w9 I/ M9 T- O7 h, M! Z
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& c2 I; c3 [# |/ h( TStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - l% T3 @) k* \4 K0 _% L8 {# a1 f
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
2 x: X$ b" F& [+ }4 ^( F! ]Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # S% `5 n8 P, @& t) |: w3 h+ w; b
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 C$ x0 G3 E, s9 Y: }3 |
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, r: f7 c, `' c/ {* M% E
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 b9 T [" N7 v! z0 RYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
* y1 H* I% p0 SBut I could have told you, Vincent,
7 G3 V6 a& P) f( L7 d2 y4 g1 L5 ^This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # K2 M& g! A5 k3 h4 p4 C
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 A( ^* x2 i+ Z# ~9 f9 mFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' p; x3 J" g# Q) G" }$ ^7 T
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 q& J1 k. @; n( \
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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0 y! o* N/ g& v2 YNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, . ^( s6 @5 C; i6 f. K+ Z; b
How you suffered for you sanity,$ U/ r* G9 T5 v1 g/ ]
How you tried to set them free,
) C+ [& ^2 s: u, U p$ c2 c! hThey would not listen they're not listening still,
2 ^' a; W9 Q9 Q/ R0 w8 aPerhaps they never will. |
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