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8 h( ^+ ^4 z' z/ f8 a lStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 O1 V$ w: F' K8 r' v2 N
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / C/ q. G+ N4 W: [; l' } x( u
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! q+ q% j, ?$ W# k3 S0 U, ]
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 w9 Z$ ^; Y& Q1 W# K
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
! I' y: G+ Q' z2 g) l8 u9 NHow you suffered for you sanity,
: E/ v- e4 f5 R2 Z7 C5 uHow you tried to set them free, 2 [: g4 E0 ?2 c5 l7 t: b
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 _7 x( I7 s( [+ K. k) `Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 D0 J6 [5 T* w3 aSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , z: [( H* ?! {8 U4 s7 P
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . @( H) s4 x6 I# E) o$ R. D5 t
Weathered 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, # W8 M W" v/ L4 T- @
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . d: c' j1 @7 G" a3 Z6 d
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
* W7 {: v [& K. N6 @But I could have told you, Vincent, 8 d% m; q$ B+ @- K+ R' `
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ F* L" e8 m3 ]- n& Z) QFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 r& n. c8 e# X% K/ J6 KLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) ^4 m: b9 G1 ?% }$ CThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . v% v2 W; Y I9 w; `, e
/ g7 [ d& l! y! xNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 8 q# J/ b( l9 P) |* x# q
How you suffered for you sanity,. i( O! v4 l! A! S
How you tried to set them free,
7 m; [7 e) @- ^, p3 qThey would not listen they're not listening still, % R; b3 M- X$ V: k2 O
Perhaps they never will. |
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