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1 k; f) x& p/ F: f/ y9 k0 CStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 q$ g9 Z; h6 G% S! N( p o& Q e
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% I7 ?) X4 R7 m( p) b$ L$ RShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; C7 e# M# J6 q- G' \Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' ? m0 F A$ F8 n
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,, W7 z: x m; s5 z1 Z g! Q) d
How you suffered for you sanity, " R) v+ c, T! L8 ?: j
How you tried to set them free, * ~/ a, a: Y" S1 y0 q5 I( N! Y: ]
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) J9 n( I7 g- ~4 YStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' ]3 _. G( a& V* q, s& C3 n& M4 dSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ^ N4 U& ?& j/ K& m [
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 P& f* J) h* ?3 Y: k; J- f, ?
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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0 b7 {- i, ^9 c/ d2 E3 R) P# ^+ JFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 [6 k: u8 e; j9 x
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 P4 A' m& J" B5 f# j! EYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
% a( C: E3 i% r# V& W1 h2 _& F4 O, }# JBut I could have told you, Vincent, 4 {/ e3 ~' R, Q; q( v/ X
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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0 c' Z9 d$ y1 O, U; t: N ?4 eStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( }* {1 L+ o; d3 m: [Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 }5 e/ ]" d" e0 R3 ]* rLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 i0 g9 @+ ]8 j5 wThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 l5 E/ t- F3 B8 _! K- g
0 p; e# p1 W8 m: q6 z: ^) Y2 eNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, # S0 B! V7 |7 v% m, n" t& Y
How you suffered for you sanity,& o) f, u. A' y, N; H8 [. o
How you tried to set them free,
6 h! r: b" x/ jThey would not listen they're not listening still, % Q: A6 N7 d# M) j
Perhaps they never will. |
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