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! ^ v/ ?% Y' J7 [8 C( f% ~2 e% |# LStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 y' t3 Y8 ?4 {2 B" T5 e
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 n* u2 o$ [, _. r4 k
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 k6 k% M, t- X* h# H+ bCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # T `3 e! W6 ^0 T4 ?8 M
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,$ V; e1 N) R, E, k: w0 W1 e: H: U3 b
How you suffered for you sanity, 6 V" x; \$ ^! g: @
How you tried to set them free,
7 a( a5 R6 m7 v3 P) S8 [" KThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. ^8 z, j8 E8 e, \ ^Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 K7 p# O0 ]. s+ q+ q% _
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - S% j! v1 a& C: ^2 u
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! u! r' t( U% c0 D0 I8 c4 t2 {+ ~
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , L" Q, P) z/ w l: [# o0 K
. f# i/ r5 o: e( pFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 E* S* l5 ~) h0 x3 pAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, I. ^1 k9 ]& a, g2 q
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
) u1 |5 O$ f4 u3 i1 `But I could have told you, Vincent, : Z+ W- V& g2 j* _& x
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 n( w$ T( }# ^6 p3 u# x
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- b, ~, g6 j/ i, ^3 z3 JFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 k# e& P2 E- @
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 K' t2 g, v$ h9 lThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 2 x7 B. [5 C6 q% k
How you suffered for you sanity,
* _1 v- W7 {7 I+ CHow you tried to set them free, - t* c# b* j+ e+ Y1 f0 F4 A
They would not listen they're not listening still, , {; O7 X& ~. \- q
Perhaps they never will. |
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