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& A: ^& o! C+ OStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! ^% F( u2 K- J+ ^! j
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # e7 L: \- N9 m+ f, Q" k1 N
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- d) }: P; K: X1 [8 e* o/ k2 s3 q% dCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # v4 ^7 c& V( w6 n! @
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 F! M/ O/ T qHow you suffered for you sanity, ' u% l" F0 s/ j. n4 l4 X2 ?
How you tried to set them free, * Q1 k1 Q1 L8 x6 w* J
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 p# H& v5 F! o" p' }2 w/ q* u
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 F$ O$ z9 ^4 m/ ?5 @
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ E" C, O2 B+ y1 _- LColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ V$ R% F8 g, M) y6 E* J! G& AWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 ~9 I) @* q, z/ v: G
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, o) c/ v+ L( u8 `3 b2 IYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 t3 D6 M6 f/ XBut I could have told you, Vincent,
( b! z) o9 l$ p2 ]) qThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
_. x% L! q, G! fFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 y8 `' v4 O, F" S6 x3 SLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: _9 N! l' K# T) X5 e8 @& X0 Z [The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) W, F, ^& S+ U' e7 g& X. s" s
# K* m" o1 {, Y* A/ n- {5 ^Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
2 X& ~' r3 ?, r: Q* a- GHow you suffered for you sanity,' y: p x- E8 [7 R
How you tried to set them free,
8 } w* \: W6 k0 `. I% p( }They would not listen they're not listening still,
6 k, }3 K) z2 `4 Z2 Z1 c" \. QPerhaps they never will. |
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