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# _# K5 C) t9 j5 `6 O6 d8 F/ x( ]Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 O/ E3 `* N5 k. Z! |
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 R5 F4 p# H" i1 pShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 P! B6 D8 T9 L
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 O1 i7 @4 V$ U4 i& s% `
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
. G5 a" O) ]- b5 AHow you suffered for you sanity,
* o7 R. P' b- L/ J2 K7 M6 tHow you tried to set them free,
% s. Y7 e5 v6 W/ ~They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 T5 J% j) ]! C$ n' ^
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ x2 F8 }: F$ r# j9 O- A$ U
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- ]% q8 Q- r" u5 Q. VColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / l( _9 Z7 C6 [8 L2 G8 s
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( v/ \+ N& F3 w5 l+ l+ U9 v
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
" B; A6 v' d, Y* w( L+ F1 R% PAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; `' n6 H8 |7 hYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
) M4 R! g$ ^0 ]! a v) YBut I could have told you, Vincent,
; i' l& J: j) X) q b; YThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 Z: `+ K/ A- U" {# P3 T
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( {, h' y* K% e! l: o- w$ D1 }1 kFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 l3 ]* _) ^: k) ]
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 i1 k: Y% g" i1 \" u
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( I# q( G0 {1 n E9 p
2 M4 s7 w" G& i$ V% A9 c, LNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
. E; A6 v- _, {& Y4 n( cHow you suffered for you sanity,
8 M8 A- n4 j7 ^& x5 pHow you tried to set them free, ( R" G9 a) Y B
They would not listen they're not listening still,
4 u/ D3 g# y- M WPerhaps they never will. |
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