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6 }8 _; O% i( K' b. v' E. b. LStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& M; h. @0 N7 x, S0 Q" RLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 g L3 e3 e# T# D# S4 i( P
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* ~ ~; e2 Y- W0 L8 Q: X+ uCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # j0 V% {" ~& o+ [& j4 y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
' s) a# x% q- u( R: f. E$ YHow you suffered for you sanity,
: g- R# l G; i; U, wHow you tried to set them free,
3 b& K9 O# x$ O! Y$ qThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 b: L3 _, W! b1 [Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, J$ Q- G- a7 L( PSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 o/ C- L, Z0 f" fColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% U K- b1 L( s. ]. u! WWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 i. q+ B O4 A( D
3 M# g5 d7 l. m8 }5 m$ J& B, kFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
' c$ }: \& G8 j" TAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ a$ R) u" N7 @* c8 e8 M9 K; xYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ i$ f6 b* N; S( n, }8 E, n9 k+ rBut I could have told you, Vincent,
; M5 G6 w) y. ^4 S5 U. ^This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * I% ~( E6 ^; v4 L
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( U! o; L' t( X8 E) \0 i) o. ?4 a0 ]Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! ~# _& d, n2 I! }. ?4 a- aThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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/ d7 ~$ Z. v# QNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, : J9 G/ r1 ]" H0 ^
How you suffered for you sanity,7 P6 J2 m d+ ], D0 B/ W3 V& K
How you tried to set them free,
# k- o- l% X- v. P% }% u7 t7 PThey would not listen they're not listening still, ' T! S8 H* j6 t# I8 X% M/ ~
Perhaps they never will. |
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