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; c1 i7 o' j. B& F: M6 z8 X5 I9 zStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- v/ S& Z% x3 l2 j+ b! W* aLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 ^, v8 Y: R: e1 @ R7 A8 yShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ B4 v, \; ?- ?# d
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 Y3 z& n9 {8 w8 C( J8 f
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,) ?& s4 b; q. C i6 q c
How you suffered for you sanity, ( V6 o G. Z' y0 n
How you tried to set them free,
) @9 G" K$ l( N/ Y8 |: X' D0 QThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 Z$ I, p) d/ y# @Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; U! R4 O/ e+ j: T- x4 ySwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" U% N) j0 ~ s. r- I2 x- t9 TColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 n+ v2 u: a, f
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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( x' C" E+ S" H% ~" BFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, . w; q2 J* N# @4 S3 q$ l" [
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 J4 x( ]3 Q& X8 e* gYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
( d8 b5 O: E$ n8 SBut I could have told you, Vincent,
6 N) P9 s) ~: K% e' s7 xThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / o _' c" I# N0 q3 s5 t3 _/ s
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' L; T; B: r/ [- P
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) B8 j! N" j; c7 E8 O& @5 i1 {( wThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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' \; a! b+ D. p$ fNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, - m, q* E( Z, Q. ?) j* L4 j( N* [5 H- d
How you suffered for you sanity, Y6 Y7 h% V1 T* X3 {; }6 W) b, ^
How you tried to set them free, ( R: [7 E7 ?: g! M; T* d% Z# c% ?
They would not listen they're not listening still, 7 w/ T5 a* G$ D( ]2 m
Perhaps they never will. |
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