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" q) E6 a9 E) W6 T/ N7 P- qStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 J; F3 z& }! E" Q* F
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 L( T+ f4 u+ Z! b& Z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- H0 t" z$ C, v+ ]2 X; I+ YCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' U7 L7 z& x" w) x
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,% ~7 j" \$ d) _, Z2 ~
How you suffered for you sanity, ; o- n q; R5 s
How you tried to set them free, / N% R; p: _3 C- W: l
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& K/ b4 b: h0 eStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. U' `# p) u( F- o5 mSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
: t: j' c$ l! M. `- \8 nColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 O5 L c: y1 M, R; RWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # J: [% V* V! v9 s2 v; C
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 {: W2 C! e4 y q, a+ W5 QAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( ]- B! ^' o3 e2 l$ X& f
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 U. p A* s9 p! b( j; \( }5 X
But I could have told you, Vincent,
# W! v5 |( h2 X( MThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 b* I5 E! _. C7 H# G1 G4 o9 S
0 v) D, O! Y, d/ [4 UStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 J2 {& `: o. q* s
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ a* N, d( y& S3 m2 ?5 ^) p
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 p. _6 o* w# j1 `/ [6 O7 m3 B
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, 7 f8 } {, N8 u
How you suffered for you sanity,2 N% L( S" t$ Q f
How you tried to set them free,
1 c; o5 q6 [/ v4 U, NThey would not listen they're not listening still, 5 {8 H( o8 P: G0 n! j3 y# I
Perhaps they never will. |
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