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* Y) X! [9 F- U) b I# E( l6 ZStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) x! B, W2 i& R, v9 I$ HLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! z! I' B: L; qShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ z1 I( d. r6 J! _
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) E9 ^% k/ Y3 O7 D3 \: h
Now I understand what you tried to say to me," F% V% J6 z* [- o
How you suffered for you sanity,
) c% f; D8 k; ?0 P) x6 J% v/ cHow you tried to set them free,
7 `1 w* |3 o/ S5 Z5 V% |They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " q" L: L! |3 y! N5 `
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' Y. Q3 j) C# s
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! K+ h. s6 Z L# g; z
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 Q; u0 s z" p6 M! n' l5 V
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & W, M" R7 K- O
$ U- I2 `7 C- s7 e2 u* X( K* ]For they could not love you, but still your love was true, + F) @- X. p4 y! S3 r$ _# V9 X3 t, f7 Z
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 t: U# P3 Y( {9 [You took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 z6 B; M. e: l6 R* ]1 M" v1 qBut I could have told you, Vincent,
; X6 w( f" \4 B8 X PThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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! ]3 g4 f0 @. Y) P( F1 j! I% {Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + n8 L6 J( ~- M0 T3 { B# {
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) f- d( z! w8 p7 G& kLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # x* ?8 K+ G$ I I' d5 v! l6 m' p
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, ( O+ i, C" P; }* K2 Q# S
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ F9 Q8 S& m) eHow you tried to set them free,
6 J7 S7 _7 Q8 b$ H% J4 g& pThey would not listen they're not listening still, / G; I- m! O: B5 p8 E7 F L
Perhaps they never will. |
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