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9 r3 m2 a+ T- x8 @* N8 pStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; s( f& w, J( O' r9 OLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 e4 [: R+ L1 A; T9 e6 QShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ l* k& h. w$ }% E6 U1 RCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 H5 d" d5 |. Z4 M1 Z# q" ~5 \
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
# w( L. e; T4 [+ d$ N8 x+ EHow you suffered for you sanity, 9 g; C# ^6 Z/ X0 D' ^) S! S' k
How you tried to set them free,
9 w- ~( ^) i7 _They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 o. _' k0 ^& F, HStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 s- y1 C5 u6 [4 p$ e3 [- Z K; ?2 xSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 X$ i' o3 z" g! FColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 P8 ^& C' O1 m1 B/ M
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # v" T! D+ }- ]% E8 F
; L1 C1 j# M) i* E. D9 G8 N% Q2 |For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
% X7 ^ t: s' B+ R5 b4 `: W( HAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 y) N4 x2 A/ z% @
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 n+ j# s/ A5 P3 [
But I could have told you, Vincent,
. M. F' _' ~6 LThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* P: P; `' N) m0 X3 fFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - B2 C& B0 s" A8 W
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. V4 F- {! @" w1 ?4 XThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
6 q. d1 U0 t3 E5 f( M6 F) RHow you suffered for you sanity,3 D6 C" p X1 k- @& N' E
How you tried to set them free, # h( i/ c8 @' V3 K' s* T! p6 m% r
They would not listen they're not listening still,
6 t. ~- V0 y6 ZPerhaps they never will. |
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