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, I2 ~5 T4 K9 r. ?+ S9 a6 y1 OStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 3 E3 d3 V9 a3 r+ G5 e) E# h
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 E- j9 q5 p1 j4 t4 E* uShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ f1 L, u- Z9 G& d; A: _5 ^
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! m9 e! o" y' S E& o
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,( `+ o! B1 t/ n' }) B
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 N. C$ H# j4 t# c0 JHow you tried to set them free,
' E5 I. ?& d5 l9 A& yThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! ~8 h% M! u, K
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( @, {1 z; e" c! U) A2 a
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( X4 _5 _ q; J6 D# S( s- wColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # J: M% v; ?2 i* |& M% G' V
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - J$ o& K+ P% \. t) O. B" {
! Q+ b6 i+ ?) L- L; }3 M: WFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
& b: m* Y8 \% O* L, U" ^Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 n5 u+ P7 Q$ e6 Y' d7 YYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ k t5 _* b# j: sBut I could have told you, Vincent, ; s) J9 C: y+ t; D5 ~
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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+ c# N% V6 m& m1 lStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% ~7 E$ J& {3 F' |Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + }' B: f- S" Z7 a3 }% Y5 v3 V! v$ j% \
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. v% j9 j! W, u4 D6 a4 GThe 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, # n/ s% }4 U) o% ?# b q1 g
How you suffered for you sanity,5 t- ]5 z2 X; X0 \$ `5 p
How you tried to set them free, * d+ ~4 a/ z4 z. g! J: Z. U
They would not listen they're not listening still, ( Q+ l8 Q3 o; o- M) L/ ?
Perhaps they never will. |
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