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6 Q! h4 S6 s) U$ `+ d Y/ \# F3 cStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( c& s' Z( w7 U! w$ j5 J
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( H) B- G3 p, \# M8 j8 YShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ v p7 E c$ O z4 j/ bCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 |; n, A) s5 Y! I9 G
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
% S* G! w" Q6 yHow you suffered for you sanity, ; c; y7 S& B: P+ U# {& m
How you tried to set them free, 5 x/ L5 {* [/ o4 M* U' p* |
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 R% G& M/ ?- E0 h& p
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, W! h: ^$ k0 g; FSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( Y$ v( |; c' ^4 a
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 W+ J7 g* x) L; Z) ]" A9 `Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - T5 F( K0 d+ U3 c+ e. r" V
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 Y, {% a$ ^" ?9 ~% n! J
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; }/ k- i& W% j) B+ q8 e6 k6 j
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ; L* v5 E& g8 q7 x) h
But I could have told you, Vincent, + ^3 O, s1 Q( i% k; T$ j
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 V& w8 m: y \8 q7 i. h3 N- Q0 XFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 a4 u' p7 Y% j |Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / v- O# w( [( N/ I
The 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,
- A9 [. O' U' b; J# D8 ~+ ~How you suffered for you sanity,
. p1 \+ [, }- L1 r( sHow you tried to set them free,
5 O. y, C; c7 {. Y+ O: S3 c0 SThey would not listen they're not listening still, ; a/ q3 P% G2 z
Perhaps they never will. |
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