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8 G! D8 D; b( l: o+ p$ vStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, p, a0 ^2 ]9 ?3 q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 D' n- k& v$ c7 _3 Z$ w2 A% @Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! d) y3 R/ @, X' A4 m5 |
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , w5 Z1 Y/ @2 Y! m* V' L
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
! J% J* n* {: ?1 L+ |2 IHow you suffered for you sanity,
2 |2 w' w9 L! P4 r0 X# uHow you tried to set them free, 6 a" K P' D6 \1 |
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 Z$ P/ I# K1 ]2 r7 cStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" @$ k7 H! p' t+ B, o$ t4 `Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 `* n: O$ q/ @6 P
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; ]' ~! y% G- `( n! gWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. L4 t! ~9 e0 W" C
2 d# L" Y" g) j# u; A3 bFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 A9 ]) W1 V% H7 [7 p8 g& A/ kAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 K# z! R+ B2 N; I- e mYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 Q4 U6 |1 r5 S* M' q( J
But I could have told you, Vincent, 7 g3 Z1 f. q1 s% u) h) R
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # @ U0 x) i; A, Q8 G
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , `* |! ?* e! L! z" \! k2 w
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, % ]( l! `7 b, p) f
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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5 y) x9 D( N* P! H; j" D5 L' ]Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% F$ V) o8 O. ~2 c2 PHow you suffered for you sanity,
2 P |3 a! K+ H, g& A& GHow you tried to set them free, ! t6 B6 Z/ R2 j& E: M3 o
They would not listen they're not listening still, ) W: }: C! a& ^# n$ E% a4 l5 _
Perhaps they never will. |
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