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6 R- ]( D; Q: [! Q1 hStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 Q; _ Q) n' k- ]. D6 v
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 [# s4 O1 s$ s+ g, A
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, D: b& h0 C, m; k8 bCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) O s" ~8 Y6 o8 G NNow I understand what you tried to say to me,( c( D- `) r/ t! o1 \# D& X1 P
How you suffered for you sanity,
% a) P0 T' [$ X- {/ Y' u3 dHow you tried to set them free, 1 v# \* `- r- H6 f# G* U+ G
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 g+ s/ t1 Y4 E5 Z& _: j$ \
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 [) O* E4 g) f0 e" h
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ G* N2 v: ~. x5 A! J
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" |) ^; r+ o: u7 a2 `: N- D! BWeathered 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, + J" s$ c+ Z; a
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / Y, C4 L' w" N: _4 H
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ! U# V4 \3 v4 F8 U6 R6 E7 ]' E
But I could have told you, Vincent, " C" r5 ^& X7 m, E
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ?/ K' a1 k8 W
8 j2 d0 p) K# _5 X6 KStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. I9 q0 o$ h- e+ `( P$ L# dFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, S& B! F% M; PLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 P& v7 p( P( u; N L9 [
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( ^4 f- y( h' ?: b5 V/ }
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
8 x" k3 A, i" y9 h7 cHow you suffered for you sanity,$ S0 t. A9 I% x3 J6 G8 z
How you tried to set them free, 3 m/ M% {: I4 ?0 j' _
They would not listen they're not listening still,
) E; c8 U6 f& h1 VPerhaps they never will. |
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