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7 Q, o, v1 R, K; T7 ^8 KStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 w. h' ], ^2 m- v6 GLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 B2 [' S( y9 @5 ^" a T/ g+ ?
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 U' ~! B! g& @( y' ?" d6 D, A5 e
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 ] L# m% `' Y+ x5 h
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,# [/ }4 R9 R( r& L! t$ s9 b
How you suffered for you sanity, & j. a; o! m0 G: B
How you tried to set them free,
2 L. m; H, s/ c: w) O x% hThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / ^" \$ }" u$ U: k' n P" V7 r
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + F+ N0 B" r- j- j: {1 Y3 \
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ N6 H- [8 i, {" q U8 `& k- n, aColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 m0 T5 h9 P) w& I- P8 {
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # u, m- ]. Z" K5 x d4 t F
7 \' J3 \* ~9 R; |For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 5 `5 W4 b+ {# l
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" F, ?, M2 b) eYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 u' d5 ]2 o. q3 }" EBut I could have told you, Vincent, 4 V) X& W3 A4 G3 a0 H0 ?& S8 |
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) l0 z) H6 e* C3 [% i) U
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( c# g: N8 }) h! j
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 V% t4 L$ K2 V7 z& `The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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3 \% C4 y9 \- a8 n2 SNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 1 n. j# n. ?0 }. {9 i( j: @6 D
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ V$ M( ^) K& X4 N/ e) lHow you tried to set them free,
3 ^' K3 A* R& H c g' @* I4 @5 zThey would not listen they're not listening still,
4 X; A- R% P% P1 z4 LPerhaps they never will. |
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