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2 N# |2 L+ u& w9 N& H! [Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - x1 m# |7 `8 Q3 f/ W+ x! f& }
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ m% D* }+ B R6 q7 X7 |Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 A2 T i3 [6 [- [Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 w, }4 Y2 \3 S7 H1 \' |
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
- W" \* d A& ]9 }) H) ~How you suffered for you sanity,
# J1 q! j8 ^$ D3 ?) |How you tried to set them free,
% {' y! _# ^0 S0 O0 wThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 T) [) }/ W* T; ^
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& Q& g: A; z/ W! ESwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* f* ?2 p' b3 @: D2 R6 p4 wColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . w8 @) x0 C# |
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ y& ?: J' d) B$ V+ |, }# U+ SAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 q1 R5 V# \& \+ T3 X' x+ A- x
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 `2 ^/ O$ [, C. f! A: l* q# KBut I could have told you, Vincent, ( \" `3 H. u, p5 O
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 a- L8 ~* }, C- q! }/ \7 h
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # U/ l5 Y: g: v3 I
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* S# Y6 p5 x! O: u% Q* dLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' M) a# F8 {" q! a0 H& B, ?% tThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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* j9 M( f4 M9 R, p+ b' tNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
, T, Z3 w2 u+ L/ t6 p: BHow you suffered for you sanity,
: Z! M0 ]$ m4 b% l- e6 dHow you tried to set them free, # \, i2 ?) C6 H! l
They would not listen they're not listening still, 2 m, c* H) E/ g: U
Perhaps they never will. |
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