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; @# m' L5 o- S! _' d! t$ I. XStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 Q+ y" Q* M/ W: B* G6 f
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 k1 {8 x5 Q6 E; j: m+ cShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, \5 O3 Z# ]0 t* g4 }
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& A8 y5 l2 v# a. j0 P! E" p# c$ rNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
. @5 K' t m3 s# ?6 [How you suffered for you sanity, . S" u$ J8 a. w( x) |
How you tried to set them free, 6 d/ Z6 E. e& V7 {$ Q0 ~ n
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* a+ h" h; b* AStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% X4 `7 X9 o* f$ \Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! j) @# I( ^* F) U6 k: K
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % M) W6 f7 ?- g% i2 Q4 v. D3 I' i
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , ^$ L: D# c3 _" W* a
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 9 I( b/ o$ d8 f) k
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 a) }) ]) ]8 ~
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 b' B" N5 e4 Y% ~: k0 F; ?But I could have told you, Vincent,
& q2 @, P4 t/ n2 |1 ~8 V, C2 }6 cThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 s0 l, v! W3 c7 _3 u7 ^
5 D8 x; T' E2 s, G% a. ?% b e3 ?Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - x$ r- q# P1 S' t: N
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ O# K$ I9 \# f! }9 X& qLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ E/ Q* l4 d6 t5 V9 F! {, z
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) ~+ H/ E8 Y7 o' ]( ^
6 P$ s) D. U4 HNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; L8 b3 @: y+ L! z! GHow you suffered for you sanity,# g7 R1 J2 l1 X- V5 b, [5 r
How you tried to set them free, * x9 z1 Q$ `- }
They would not listen they're not listening still,
7 p" N! z4 X F, K: BPerhaps they never will. |
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