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. c9 r# O* j+ E/ R( }% ?Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 W, _ r% f+ @
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: ]; k! O2 u" e7 jShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' ^; |" v4 ]/ L* ?1 p$ v( @
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . ^+ _2 X& K1 @0 c
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
' j5 V( z: r: }% }9 M* E/ rHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ C) n4 o: |' Q! ~) R+ |How you tried to set them free, 9 E" O- |$ Z! l5 Y" Z8 {' S% r
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
N, C* }% Y9 Q yStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 t. }( I9 s! v
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. V7 ?! R* B5 B" S7 jColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / I6 w' Q. g. u# q. p! i' ~3 \
Weathered 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, ; a# o M' m. @) Q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; y6 d: e( W9 J' V$ p9 |
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
% z/ Z5 ^. _% G( l: f+ [; ]But I could have told you, Vincent, + E. K8 }5 y7 A) t2 x
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, F/ E) n0 w* G2 fFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - E' [/ S3 |/ d, s
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 q, K. C8 i% tThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 I2 G1 w6 }4 _) [ C/ d
8 q6 @. ?' E, b3 m8 LNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, & z! ~ z6 O$ X1 ?# T% ~
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 X( x8 m" I2 E/ L& `3 R$ E6 \ ]1 gHow you tried to set them free, 8 S3 ~, T3 ~% [" S! j k! N S x
They would not listen they're not listening still,
; j, V3 M4 O7 B4 d4 i. x/ tPerhaps they never will. |
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