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( }% |( [" ~" g% @7 K4 q! Q9 XStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + N$ \/ u( y ~1 s9 F0 D7 m# }/ Q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, K4 P) j* B# B5 H7 m5 _1 z5 TShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 q& K) B& d7 u3 K" ?) ~4 fCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ A) J! M. D: b4 g
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,4 _6 x" v+ R+ g, T/ N4 T
How you suffered for you sanity, 4 a m7 H3 U9 u8 `
How you tried to set them free, g Z1 h. N, V
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ m5 e0 Z# y) w! T3 f
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 g: Y2 g' a8 ]Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* u2 S$ w$ j6 J; E8 N. J0 SColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( ?$ y% E8 B6 c5 {/ C
Weathered 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& q* N6 q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 r+ d$ }: b0 f# u" q
You took your life as lovers ofter do, " c" G3 B' K8 [
But I could have told you, Vincent, . a" S7 J/ V1 P/ |, ?7 C \) D
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: R, t- l: g' F' V+ X) @% j3 sFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # J2 r% ]3 X7 U2 y+ [
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - z/ E q0 d1 e7 Y) R
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % Y% l2 F6 k6 H5 m3 Q, b# G+ C
8 G+ u0 u: J6 [& ^% j# ANow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; r; r8 W, n5 _% l' {: NHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ I/ C; I4 Q& f6 ~7 OHow you tried to set them free,
) ?2 [, O3 U; w$ L5 PThey would not listen they're not listening still, 1 V" ?% w1 {1 M' x1 q- m
Perhaps they never will. |
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