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: H! ?0 ~; H4 y* t `Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* F5 F7 P ?% y5 V2 q* j; [Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 J% _4 k) @+ B! i1 K" J
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. G4 Y6 C c O* OCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ e5 P( a1 E9 {* S" w1 E' ~
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,4 ^1 {" k; a# J4 z4 D
How you suffered for you sanity, ( E- Y! J: e0 Z- A# E2 l
How you tried to set them free,
2 d. C2 Q5 @% B8 E/ GThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( t/ n/ q, @0 h' e9 {Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 _3 D7 }' Q7 q# h4 k6 ]Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ N. Y. S5 d( c' V
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! H9 \8 y% v5 n" t2 u. T/ a7 r3 F9 g
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) K4 p0 \1 z8 Z, k2 ^$ ]* k
. \, j6 P8 b" j7 s/ CFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ) N( T" F; {5 W& t! ?( a( D
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, @. H- R) h% M* R8 G$ {0 MYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ) D. d7 A" i: l" o
But I could have told you, Vincent,
+ l: a: t, i& {; XThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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) M2 c" i7 ^9 ]Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : k7 R. \6 g1 Y/ T/ X: Q6 G! Y
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' T: V# c, C% i! U% H5 t9 l
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 M, `) o% e5 X" Q. p& bThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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- V0 s; S) M+ `# }+ P6 c% t- l$ Q' uNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 @ F& [; K8 Z) L9 @! pHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ m) `9 f" b: P# C f) LHow you tried to set them free,
* ~; h0 R a+ N' y( Q8 ?% f4 z, X: q. c7 LThey would not listen they're not listening still, ) Z. j% ]8 ~- C* ?! C- a" y( F
Perhaps they never will. |
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