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7 x' Q" `. P% ^) aStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) b3 b' t+ w" s' D: p7 G! J2 a0 o& t
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 `6 |) ~! s4 Q' U! Y$ J) Z( MShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- J$ W' @; _! R% d& S, E9 {0 ?
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 {2 ^% x# U7 t
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ ~/ N0 w) e# J7 L& K; b pHow you suffered for you sanity,
+ {1 |) @: [, I; Z! ^6 @* EHow you tried to set them free, ) y- F1 J. Q$ ~4 m* m( J/ M! t
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) @4 z! g( U6 c( p
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 }. G( i/ g+ s- d% e% z* ZSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 Y4 o, d1 a gColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: f2 X4 S- U7 H3 `, JWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 v" \! c7 p( U7 w
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 S3 _$ R3 B7 ? F5 ] A
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
( p. _5 }8 U& K, X9 D" rBut I could have told you, Vincent, - ?9 l9 @, [! I% _
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & v6 P6 Y: b( B6 C" J
3 ~$ F) F" ]% I/ E4 x6 K# f7 }) cStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, j' D% b) V I, k1 w4 L
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " @) O2 C& |5 f% S5 y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 W0 Y$ q( D& X- b" o- X0 M
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " I& p5 J. U# d
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 t0 h$ C' W1 ~6 Y( ]8 P$ aHow you suffered for you sanity,
. x% G! t/ i0 b/ i/ x: U( aHow you tried to set them free,
1 W1 J; K; h" w6 d; GThey would not listen they're not listening still,
8 r! ?" b1 C* n' kPerhaps they never will. |
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