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' J, w H9 g* J; h. OStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / U: q1 g) L% e7 ^) ~' r
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 ~" {- g( k$ r5 k# G) F! o* KShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- M4 M" w5 } ~+ v2 K5 \# }Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% n0 s0 o/ Q, G7 fNow I understand what you tried to say to me,, H7 T- V1 U: }4 k) w
How you suffered for you sanity, 4 ~2 J1 |# @: e6 w
How you tried to set them free, , ~, _0 h5 S2 N0 r9 b+ k) P
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! B [6 K4 H5 U& F7 W \
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ W) D+ K) i% O! FSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , k! Q: y! z; N( i# z+ {+ A0 \
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) j6 j" U- _5 }& M$ C5 S6 eWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 K" l f( q3 D: {, i; K3 m
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 4 J6 E) i+ d! U! \. k3 k' O0 r4 x2 A
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 [5 w, N. p$ b Z o3 `" |" i
You took your life as lovers ofter do, / V8 i2 I6 _( b# m: m+ F2 H
But I could have told you, Vincent, # a; ?/ s. `/ @, y0 V2 t% n2 i% E
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. U! v4 ~! d% r& Q, K a
( a4 S6 }4 J& U5 X& t! H8 @! NStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 H' C1 z2 F- i8 _$ h& m# R
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, E4 t A, J, y0 O# yLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : L7 j# r9 p: l, H8 K
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 @ }1 E' u# u0 V
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
P& j. r) n/ H% [How you suffered for you sanity,
# U+ v! z, ~4 _- HHow you tried to set them free, - \9 M! S" c0 }8 v: b! {: c; N
They would not listen they're not listening still, 6 G8 o' O. D/ O. r
Perhaps they never will. |
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