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) I' G; p/ f* G# x# q2 { FStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
^: @' t! W/ t, \3 d+ `Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ q! l. E. s9 R3 o
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 s4 B! |5 c9 y, _& x, c$ o: jCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & ^8 |, G) P) O T& q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,! L: V1 l0 g' I8 m6 F
How you suffered for you sanity, 9 ^- `6 P5 U+ {8 z9 |
How you tried to set them free,
6 G4 @2 p3 `$ p }) Z! hThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! b1 b( E9 ~8 R/ f# T
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & M( e* u; F I% w3 j
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; n+ L% K- i% p8 R5 `" ^
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 K4 a/ e' Y0 @/ v4 D& v5 _, O% wWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 5 X* b6 h& |3 j) E4 _
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 Z/ b7 D5 s/ |5 j& R9 K9 D" d/ T/ W) ?You took your life as lovers ofter do, ; T8 a3 v) \: O: i' S9 A. C
But I could have told you, Vincent,
1 h3 i5 B2 T& \. D- v- T$ |This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & W& @ D7 P6 F1 ?
8 I1 ]5 }' k1 a; ?9 bStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 @9 R. H/ e- z5 }0 k& aFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , f7 |( u3 C/ k+ ^* v+ o
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" G! w- ` [7 Z L5 {The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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: ?+ E! e# N7 t- B' tNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! Q `8 B z5 A* E
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 q- a3 c! ~& K2 G ^& L* `; kHow you tried to set them free, S. n6 v+ Q. n7 Q* Z
They would not listen they're not listening still,
) N; g7 E) f! Z; jPerhaps they never will. |
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