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* ]; l8 M4 d3 l2 K8 xStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 Q( e* j& l$ V' \5 \7 ^" ^
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 q g( n5 r$ U9 x1 J8 ^Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 f3 m1 s4 l* B
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 k$ D4 p" }! E1 E' \5 l' QNow I understand what you tried to say to me,' i. o- q+ W x0 R" ?
How you suffered for you sanity, $ _( O* G, m! X: g4 h* s" |
How you tried to set them free,
6 ]1 z* j0 q: V* z; F3 rThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* l( Z/ k' M& E% z2 jStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . o, `6 l& d% g5 d
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, # Q" C9 p/ f1 v% @9 q( W4 ]
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # |# A( ~' J: i
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( v; M% Z) d. U {) c$ e
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 O3 Y( v/ W3 ~2 _* H5 ?8 [0 OAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 `0 |) w% K" R6 WYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 {6 Y. }1 `; U; m1 L( M( yBut I could have told you, Vincent, ' J7 _7 w% ]7 e. @
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! V% X* I& ]1 E
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 g5 `- f L& D
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 Y3 u% q9 w! o7 H" Z5 L
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' s4 N- [4 I: V$ W' e
' }# Z, v5 }; A6 A+ kNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; W \7 W& }% K+ IHow you suffered for you sanity,4 |/ u, o3 }" T8 k* g) J- ^
How you tried to set them free, . h8 `& t$ x4 l6 S6 N0 ^4 F$ s
They would not listen they're not listening still, 1 L' f, @5 ~+ S+ o
Perhaps they never will. |
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