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' a: [) U, h; K1 U/ V" W8 |Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 W# q; @" J) v" V- o" S7 X+ Z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, j( D* \& w4 `4 C& q0 I, l
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 W: W* ~, ?, \4 P: \" w
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. Z$ k* g b$ _, O4 L: ZNow I understand what you tried to say to me,! m! r8 F; `& X, D, `/ K
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ _. K5 d& z3 R5 l8 |How you tried to set them free,
6 ]* Z8 P0 O! A9 p" d, NThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 b) ]3 U4 o6 T0 @Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 f2 K& b0 o; U8 X. a/ `Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + l! f. T \0 o% J3 S6 j# q- t
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 \7 Z& \% R b. p' l) w6 Z- eWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 G. V# n, i) C( r% G) p0 t, _1 s$ P
2 Q9 o" Y: M2 V0 V& ^For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 k/ g& V5 k6 S, y0 r' F& T; d
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + |- T5 l: s3 O1 u- T: F* A& i. B
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
, m4 f7 M2 E& x1 a4 ^But I could have told you, Vincent, % X1 T9 m4 H- a# i9 Z3 @
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. x6 ^' c$ d: C* H8 j! Z
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 ^+ K& j* O" X/ r6 D% K' o
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 U! c& m- k9 c! F" n3 z p
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 V2 v( Z8 e3 R, T$ i9 e* g4 }
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 L, w& Z: I) d2 H) |
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, * M. r8 n2 L% m+ W# t8 o
How you suffered for you sanity,# f* |( q# S# L( Q
How you tried to set them free, 1 V+ Q5 F j" X8 R; k8 q% s
They would not listen they're not listening still, ; x& I) O( \) Q' [7 F* ]
Perhaps they never will. |
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