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$ e; w9 w" C3 ^. r. mStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 ]& ?1 Z" D$ s0 U' f1 N8 y) x
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 K8 o1 x6 P5 U5 k/ FShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 _6 R- Y( h7 m- ]
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( Y0 E+ x1 Y1 Q( G$ ]Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
; Z% w& ~- Z$ P. zHow you suffered for you sanity,
" d8 U: u8 o _% A; d8 z7 CHow you tried to set them free, ' Z# q# ~# e: p3 B5 F' J
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 \7 O3 ]- w* @
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) Z- s+ F7 Q8 P5 e' XSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( d, m$ ? Q# ?3 @1 I# VColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 y7 e% b$ J0 v$ z9 nWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' n. ~7 n# E9 N+ C3 m& \* i$ V
v+ p) K3 F$ r! o* I& ^$ ]For they could not love you, but still your love was true, " l: \0 Y! e$ ~% t; c4 e7 C) D# b* Z
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! g# _, S8 ]! U2 H2 f0 D) fYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 k. _7 s; Q, ?" p$ s6 l% \
But I could have told you, Vincent,
- @+ X) T6 W8 a2 XThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 O, P+ b0 X9 ]4 \+ t4 X0 U
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, \( K0 ?& l+ c: G7 o+ U* e2 N
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : R( I0 Z. t+ }8 B, D6 d
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 n! o8 y+ D9 BThe 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, 4 M5 P$ Z' t0 }2 g! N3 U
How you suffered for you sanity,/ p( L$ ^9 v* x- {6 k6 Z: L
How you tried to set them free,
7 O/ N% _9 ^6 ]They would not listen they're not listening still,
# i: m; h+ } `6 g- yPerhaps they never will. |
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