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) I7 A2 R1 P- @4 I6 X6 W, hStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 c( K5 H+ S" B3 l
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ B; K5 i% Q+ L8 LShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# s" E: t; W0 @6 _/ G8 y5 cCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: M1 U" M, _3 O' ]; H, hNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
' j! [9 _ U; U/ rHow you suffered for you sanity,
, B" [( [, ~& pHow you tried to set them free, 4 M: f' K& u9 f ?* s
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 a; x& C) M9 d6 k2 a
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 r! R; s5 W0 \ B- d$ X4 |
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, Q. }" W x: eColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 Q3 g$ Q: b! X3 V" R. Z5 [4 a+ P
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & K6 Y# |+ Z) v
/ V3 V y A) J1 o0 |( BFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
& n' C! v% c) k* _' D3 GAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- W! N4 f* P' A3 T Z% z2 b) xYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 l4 \& `# V q6 d7 l
But I could have told you, Vincent,
! e: t: l& z% B' h% W) bThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 W' M" C" P f8 W( J( w, I" Z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 j {. R S6 `" k5 W3 `5 y. z# aLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 3 ?: _! K$ B! y& \+ R8 Q, K
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 K. e! k& v6 u* z, X* h
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ d2 `5 u) R5 \6 L% R( d" O3 q! DHow you suffered for you sanity,
z! V" k$ r2 H3 x5 p0 R nHow you tried to set them free, 3 x2 C* T0 C1 g+ R3 k
They would not listen they're not listening still, 6 f' p( n" P) |" x% w3 }
Perhaps they never will. |
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