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) U K3 g( l; b7 y6 BStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 O3 o; K+ j7 _" G% L8 A: BLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : t' K$ I9 l# P: ~
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* t- \; e# [: h$ J0 v% sCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( [+ P% q2 C$ a+ l, JNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
! o2 ]: l' W3 |- T; r$ y& ?1 \( dHow you suffered for you sanity,
- E/ W+ I2 y7 V' g, QHow you tried to set them free,
$ M1 E, H+ ]8 o) wThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / j) m/ A' r- e. ?: h f
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , s9 A3 x+ L Q1 V; q* j
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 [$ A- b6 k7 M5 S: W- q# tColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ M$ t# q4 ?0 x6 U
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ H- t K4 r" [* m- B# Y# T
1 j/ C, `* ]& `0 d' S2 m3 n8 {) SFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
3 r9 E- i! u7 L, f3 AAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : b( n' ^5 K0 X
You took your life as lovers ofter do, * B- u. b$ S) ~" G0 p+ ?% d
But I could have told you, Vincent, 8 Z& \+ W( n/ E2 u5 e1 s6 v
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / B2 C v! f! ]% p7 N# Q9 H/ _
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : W; ?( _; T" T% V- `) S; J
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( b- {3 H/ g3 }2 c4 q, _# [/ zThe 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, * h/ e" R8 M2 e+ V; G/ }0 T! m9 J6 a
How you suffered for you sanity,9 j1 v/ v( y6 v8 o6 b) a+ }
How you tried to set them free,
' w/ j s# R7 R! X3 sThey would not listen they're not listening still, 5 w+ O, H2 W/ v [% V0 N5 [8 {
Perhaps they never will. |
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