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) V: C' q2 l5 w/ M4 bStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; r' T. T" a0 m
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : H6 i3 S; Y3 R. Y$ w4 v$ H' W
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; ^6 X; a5 x% ^# f1 q0 \& jCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 l9 V/ R9 p7 E! E3 r& v4 BNow I understand what you tried to say to me,* D+ p; m& C5 [ `
How you suffered for you sanity, # Z: ~$ B3 m* L: K
How you tried to set them free, 4 s9 s& }+ e$ j2 O, q
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / r1 b6 P* t4 e. i' C5 C' b. Z5 I
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; w; N2 {) m* o6 T1 t2 J" pSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, T, w. d) o5 z' D5 ^ I ?Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 n- ^3 ~8 t" u) q- G
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 X9 i0 T: ~8 U+ X" j
0 j4 M6 U6 A1 \ M+ tFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ! Q" J& t% T6 W
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( }: E6 g/ g( a8 q0 [" t9 IYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 `! u- Q$ @' y* k+ f
But I could have told you, Vincent, & p3 i3 ?" g' H# C& p, \
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 O- p. r+ j3 e, z- i) o" z/ c
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! b# _, m4 u) aFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 ?+ q% n9 e, r: _+ ULike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' V" z8 E+ { g$ tThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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6 F( P" W' |6 R$ [8 tNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
8 O5 z* T9 b) OHow you suffered for you sanity,3 w9 C0 ^7 c/ O
How you tried to set them free,
% w* G6 h2 A# t H8 {( I" n& ]They would not listen they're not listening still, 3 C; N5 G; C) Y7 t, F0 {9 d
Perhaps they never will. |
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