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( k3 G9 R% d4 J0 g3 B* w" [* yStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " L; a& p8 b" S
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 g2 l+ T: M9 L) JShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 M$ N9 o- C8 r, P$ H n# }
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
8 @+ ?7 [$ B3 j z5 e! o7 F1 Z+ XNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
% D7 ]1 X. H% ^, {How you suffered for you sanity, * X! W( `9 L; r$ J
How you tried to set them free, 7 u" W5 @ g# s/ L
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & R# ~% o' ~7 X- l8 I. f( q- U' e: I
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 G- U+ w- g( l' ^. J/ \2 v+ SSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 Y9 N3 ?4 {5 q+ y& y RColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 l) t/ l" g& A/ l8 ]" G, n( qWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 3 |8 T' |% j) h' U1 _5 K
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& z, {1 [% [% a2 qYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
. G( U9 r! X, L0 BBut I could have told you, Vincent,
# b+ d8 w; p) v0 `This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ z6 r3 W) A( h* f- Y8 N& I
/ P+ ~# B. I, |1 y x& nStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* p, ~% ?' T! q( g% x! q, HFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - L& M9 D0 K$ c
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# h4 `0 L3 N# p+ a3 y% YThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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( a5 k- ]/ L6 P+ v- HNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, " ]- r% {2 e2 w+ n4 @$ A
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ n- i6 p, x$ f, b+ `0 u7 CHow you tried to set them free,
6 R& P+ m5 @( \( y! O+ S4 yThey would not listen they're not listening still, 7 ]& J7 E8 r) g; ], E( ^
Perhaps they never will. |
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