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/ G+ w/ b2 Y" o: S( C! X# oStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, * V# A) N$ }' `2 \, K1 E- A5 }
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 I# y3 \5 Z/ \Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" Q% ~3 H+ p9 tCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 }/ l$ L# _" I0 k0 l% o" T
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ C: j+ @' f }4 aHow you suffered for you sanity, . f6 F N; ~. \6 s3 |
How you tried to set them free, : Q+ L1 |* Y0 z( h' [0 w r
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 `3 |" F/ ]1 Z* I# ]4 [* RStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- z" Q: A2 l6 F9 uSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 |8 z: g V: r3 x; M; IColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( H0 e( P5 c3 V6 |: S& |* @7 C: m
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ B% N& [4 {! H& L! _- i6 a4 ?
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ) y' B! J! l- O& u" v
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : M2 t1 l& L, X! |3 ^
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 R, d# j" b0 b8 h8 p+ H& GBut I could have told you, Vincent,
2 E' G% q: x6 p/ @; h: W/ s/ r5 EThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 C: m* u3 ~0 E* ~0 h* k6 O# c
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : V! W1 d( F/ S0 K5 j7 k
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * V/ \( w1 \# d8 h( _4 W- |
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 W& Z- t3 d; j5 b c
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
* g$ L! _" r/ j6 THow you suffered for you sanity,( T8 @0 G! {4 W' L6 e
How you tried to set them free,
2 Q2 J% z0 M: `' `( TThey would not listen they're not listening still,
5 ]4 S) h5 ^8 x7 NPerhaps they never will. |
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