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e/ k) C: W( \6 ?0 ~- b, G; v' MStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & m4 l; l! C7 f4 |/ F
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ d3 c0 g z7 ~ h- OShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 K9 \8 K# ?, m0 }+ b" sCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. g# Y0 l. b W: z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,& w, c1 [8 F% r9 B9 f* ]
How you suffered for you sanity, . o: d+ u/ F( h) |* r
How you tried to set them free, $ O: H0 v8 k. [% U
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, p% x5 w; N+ P) F3 o: _Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; U& \- I! u4 F ~- uSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" J5 Q" ]. @9 I0 u0 ]Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 m$ p5 d. b* D5 O: R
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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+ i/ B4 x0 J) W1 j g0 qFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ( b5 b+ Y( I/ q% h
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, `# ~1 C. q. P4 a3 KYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 Q/ T$ w! }9 j' r1 A8 j, }But I could have told you, Vincent, ( k* @: }% ~6 G# i6 X# w: X
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / x1 O/ I4 C m
8 f) T: Y+ b) ~5 Z9 [Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , q# F- T& e8 ~& A" P
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* W/ i+ G# m/ T8 ILike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : T$ d h; }0 y+ g; A
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 e, X7 p, _- Z) ?4 E( }How you suffered for you sanity,2 k- W+ e, y( W$ A3 T" g) b
How you tried to set them free,
9 h% O+ P( a# s2 W( ^They would not listen they're not listening still,
c& B" I7 d" ?% sPerhaps they never will. |
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