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+ I6 Z7 |( p9 H" c" XStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: h3 m9 D I' H+ f& u# lLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 l, C3 M, U: I- g) J4 wShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! l: L4 x* {# Z- k( z' K! w Q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, h( l6 ?( D6 k GNow I understand what you tried to say to me,& r0 G: R$ c8 s5 M, \7 e8 d
How you suffered for you sanity, 2 j# c8 ?7 j, H T8 U) x/ [
How you tried to set them free,
+ o. `6 N3 Y# k2 E2 VThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( J* `3 W" z& w! d0 A' o+ L J3 v
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 r/ g/ F+ C) D* i, Z
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + Q/ @* r, O/ Z ]( {+ c) z0 J
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" Y9 A. t1 L! }8 a7 ^/ hWeathered 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, 5 \: T8 x3 l# N( }/ E! I; }. w
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : D. o2 I ]. E) k/ }' P F
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 V5 I: W! t+ H1 }
But I could have told you, Vincent, $ T( a1 ?$ d: a( s' x
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 c* ?3 t! G1 u1 Z9 W2 u f" P
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 c' F# h4 E5 K" oFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * L7 m9 \+ Y$ Q, W8 x
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 P6 e' ^3 k/ V+ [7 PThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . E% r2 \! ~3 G
+ l) o; u: {, S9 t) BNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, * z, K' L8 }% x5 V) i6 @
How you suffered for you sanity,
; j, f7 o K( R _/ HHow you tried to set them free, - v4 l8 W+ Y) \+ e/ l: ?
They would not listen they're not listening still,
8 H: E4 q; F4 ?- G M, P+ BPerhaps they never will. |
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