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8 ~/ S4 z V' J) V' h GStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 ?. h2 h2 b) ?2 G: [0 }
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% R- X" |2 P- ]; G5 m4 P8 i2 u0 AShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( o: B/ d6 ^4 x& kCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 ?) y; u' a% l
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,8 [4 c* P1 S% I6 P+ }( z- E4 b
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 X) d( s* R; L) `How you tried to set them free, , W+ N5 w9 j! g, H8 W2 n2 `- P
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; u$ k% O- w; S u7 h8 |$ Y" s
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . c8 y8 P# T+ ~" n$ c
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% D3 h+ f# V- s; ]& b# eColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 }/ ]4 i$ \$ c
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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I) R6 o6 n# @, Y2 L: VFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, / O( y0 [9 e8 x2 ?; }( ^
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, r+ T) f0 p [/ ]: h; |
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 B; D6 S/ V5 F4 v2 {8 i5 aBut I could have told you, Vincent, / b3 @; T0 R3 J- D; @
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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, [$ B! K {* z( d# U! j6 b0 R6 I `Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. @ g u. k/ O4 ^Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # M9 u) _# V8 A1 C
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 }8 H# b9 w _ U( I( ]
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 X8 H B/ f8 S/ X
+ I5 V3 J% S3 E! W8 a8 a& b sNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 1 J, L$ S; v$ l. w5 C3 O
How you suffered for you sanity,3 Z+ \9 B4 T& p/ Y
How you tried to set them free,
; S4 z g4 r& F8 CThey would not listen they're not listening still, - x5 ^% b* E" F- O0 V% ?& S M/ D
Perhaps they never will. |
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