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* K, @! P* L' p( C- ?4 kStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. e3 m" N% l2 L0 uLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 s8 V. _; J/ H$ R* j# u# ^
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* L8 q; }7 w6 z& w; q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 k7 h* R( d4 z5 q6 MNow I understand what you tried to say to me,3 g; Q6 t- E$ o) z! d
How you suffered for you sanity, 3 z6 T3 |7 g. j2 Y1 x. e* M
How you tried to set them free,
. L' S8 B) M x/ BThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, J: j9 ~! [. T ?$ T- }Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 n9 }9 c/ ^: T5 [# q2 @8 j
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % p' a& j9 d' q4 d V
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : d. I' n2 L8 t
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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9 s: `, G* ^ M `$ \For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 0 {1 n8 l3 s" n
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( f1 f# S! |1 e1 T: E. W3 ZYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ' R+ K( A4 f# f% l4 \$ f' y& e
But I could have told you, Vincent,
x+ ]1 P. [/ L! G, B: VThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ n6 q! z. y$ ]0 H6 D+ _; Z
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* v2 ]8 h" N) q9 t) @) D. D3 FFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; [% S8 o d# W! e0 \ ~
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 z6 v5 p0 b: @% u; h* @( A( RThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 W) t" f* k' O( E
% n( o# P8 ], ^Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 d$ w y% w7 m, g' O6 oHow you suffered for you sanity,
2 h! X* Z3 K$ m. pHow you tried to set them free, 3 K" Y2 v3 B& J" t, R
They would not listen they're not listening still, ( `8 ?4 C2 i2 [" Y$ _% [
Perhaps they never will. |
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