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5 K8 Q7 h5 e) V3 H: z- v* mStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 3 P! L o; L0 i) [0 x5 Q. l& i
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " C' ~! ]3 P: H/ z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# V* K. L* l3 C' fCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 H! o% C2 {, E3 K: A4 Z( |
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
- }- c$ H7 z' A0 B" a. XHow you suffered for you sanity,
( W0 p; \6 m- f0 x1 _) V/ o1 OHow you tried to set them free,
" N) e) V& A6 o. l! V' o' Q4 _/ hThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 c$ k5 l0 V. C- `. D, aStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 l6 C0 y5 F; _: }0 S5 R4 r* fSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ H+ e' H q4 BColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : I# U. Z; C, S% c4 t
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # g" ?, M+ H# H
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
, w+ R# } V! w- W' e) |Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) |( y# b1 p/ d$ [
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 C" \% H" M6 f# Q3 O: m& A
But I could have told you, Vincent,
o2 C: l/ P$ |* N+ U8 YThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , O" Z+ Y5 s, j+ L# M
7 n9 E% h( {: v, @# SStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 ` B1 E0 |0 E& r: W& A( Z7 N* X
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " D9 N: _+ E: y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 b" o" {2 o1 f& q- z; H/ P, M
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,
' D C- _) m [# A7 N9 r7 SHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ j, {: D* Y2 c, V7 H$ Q8 P" {How you tried to set them free,
( ?1 V3 B J9 D- x! J6 p* mThey would not listen they're not listening still, ! O& _2 ]# \/ J- k
Perhaps they never will. |
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