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* y0 I0 S" j5 ?7 W ^Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 c# x# u5 G5 Y
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ c5 F0 n- W6 T. v. ]- O. }6 AShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; ?) O* i; z; q6 E$ C5 ?1 s' N
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( A+ X. @6 q7 M8 Z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,5 C) w; k4 J: n- p% a& }2 |
How you suffered for you sanity,
) ~3 |% P: H3 I% kHow you tried to set them free,
8 I& x1 X- T7 w. N+ AThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + _; O9 R4 c+ t
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' \( ?4 n% ]# a' _$ Z
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* I. F* S- t) ]6 x% CColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 f0 _# D6 L7 _# ^
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 _1 k( a+ L- E& \: w
9 [! F7 U( j3 P7 |3 G- zFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
" r) d7 P% M$ P$ ?: ]* EAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- @. T8 l) T# r5 W4 _/ H" o. Q5 }You took your life as lovers ofter do, : J9 @$ V* A2 o2 U8 M
But I could have told you, Vincent,
& s" o" ^( g+ iThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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9 R( U/ ]" y. _/ hStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& b0 Y8 k$ S2 E: q+ m# ~' _6 ~Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' I/ ` ]" ?( O" y3 [Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! E: E1 q2 @# J1 |6 NThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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1 d- V9 D0 D. [& V1 dNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
0 W9 h$ ]% Q( h1 r4 |; h$ QHow you suffered for you sanity,' E& \7 A2 N7 v/ E% D
How you tried to set them free, - q( Z+ S- N5 `3 h9 H* N6 G
They would not listen they're not listening still, 7 D$ l) A% n7 T
Perhaps they never will. |
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