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9 Q2 A, }" O/ {Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 p# i2 R v9 E. }
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # F3 \+ G) z" d2 e2 D* U, p, i
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# t8 v0 f# X2 J2 `4 e8 x/ `Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ Z& d d$ t, k WNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 k& ~5 J) h4 h6 k! ?7 {% {. I) v' }How you suffered for you sanity,
/ `. ~% j3 D3 e& D( k) fHow you tried to set them free, 1 p' h2 \( Z) Q5 ~4 v
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% S, `# P: g. ^) R! z5 Y) p+ v. lStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 E* Z9 H1 A" ]9 PSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; Z! M1 c! W' l, |Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, ^, ?( K+ C5 L- A, @+ R% pWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. c! L! a& O' u1 E
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, , `' B2 P; |# n+ |$ ?* ?
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; l+ a* \/ |, u
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 J/ j' v1 E; |$ wBut I could have told you, Vincent,
0 y3 V- i% U5 x9 e3 p7 m! EThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % n8 h) n6 L6 g! ^) p( C3 S" _
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ y0 _2 H, l- o' M3 n( H" V+ e' LLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 { @0 I8 _' O+ ]! O6 @5 [1 E
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " L1 \+ b6 n$ P( j5 _* q+ Q3 A& ~
3 J9 J5 l& \/ q" O* A# mNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 T: t b- W7 X4 L" j' h$ r. g
How you suffered for you sanity,- X2 }% F4 t0 X7 f2 z+ S. v
How you tried to set them free, : h' E! e3 T# F' j6 s' Z
They would not listen they're not listening still, + T% u* h# t; x0 Q" K
Perhaps they never will. |
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