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) y& o+ E y- EStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( E1 x5 k: b9 `8 |- y2 c
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 ` D( A# b# j' H+ ?0 M; QShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. x8 ?. X$ f; a6 {) PCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . D4 K5 k% M3 j4 U, Z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,6 o( }* U: k+ B# n
How you suffered for you sanity,
- D' `2 @/ {4 }How you tried to set them free, * p0 r" Q7 q7 u9 o/ ]" A5 K
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % y9 Q; Y( q2 v/ Y, O$ K0 r
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) G# a v/ ^( @9 XSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 q' B$ ^% y e1 m# X
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 i, W. g' Q: N" ]& O# V
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 @: y" o8 k4 Q9 K) m
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ) k: {* f3 z l2 A
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 W" J0 T, v; D5 r8 QYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 a! |( o9 ~% t# TBut I could have told you, Vincent,
: g9 ]9 P2 F1 _. p/ ~. D0 RThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + ?2 y. C$ r' z* E- a; ~8 |: m
; v0 }% J. Z, q* H& Z/ e% eStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + ?) W: M |) K* [$ J% Q8 Q* f
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 D" m) v% o* g
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * h, E* J! n8 j8 X5 G3 D
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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( p* d# u( p c3 q# v4 F2 cNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, " f$ O% E5 `& X* _
How you suffered for you sanity,
^% A j% t; K0 A* E& Z( T9 THow you tried to set them free,
, l8 X. e6 R' ]They would not listen they're not listening still,
" Y5 @. p9 I7 R5 P H& wPerhaps they never will. |
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