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& t f/ M! B1 s$ L s1 P rStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 j3 g- B& M/ n2 Z5 M
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / e' n0 p- T/ L# p0 ]6 L3 H( p
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, |3 v5 z5 a- [% ~7 o7 m3 u& \! L2 T
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- F4 O* w6 h. }& C1 ~) QNow I understand what you tried to say to me, l1 C( F# k* ^$ Q: u
How you suffered for you sanity, 2 r1 a$ J) S& v
How you tried to set them free,
6 C. o/ w' {; r2 d* LThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % m; [. P8 j5 H
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! E% g( R( y7 v9 fSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . N2 t/ M! q' |9 Q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 ]! P( I: W: V) l, m
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : r5 [) H" d8 I9 K: K+ Q. U
# _3 f5 Z$ V! g5 U+ KFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 2 h9 g% ?; U+ v* w" n6 ^8 w6 X
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! X1 H. x& o* }" o$ v
You took your life as lovers ofter do, / U) }8 S$ s) R) {2 [
But I could have told you, Vincent,
' X) k" p8 I! o. }6 AThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 p$ n5 m' |; X/ n1 X9 A9 uFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : N* j$ r- W; C5 T+ W9 E
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " m6 g$ K# L; R6 T
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , X0 Y, ?3 k5 m3 A8 H( O
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
+ u* w" y1 Z$ s4 a- F( F3 W1 }How you suffered for you sanity,7 m. }0 t8 h7 Y9 F6 O+ U$ r1 k/ D
How you tried to set them free,
) Q; _! K! h- Y8 v, N) q7 ~They would not listen they're not listening still, + H4 y- A+ \) e& X( @. _, }. b5 h" A
Perhaps they never will. |
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