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/ k/ g0 N5 f/ n' ^- ~2 IStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( l; W/ Y4 V5 p% I# w( ~: @, w- I3 |
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; ?2 U/ q- T f; hShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; X8 m+ F# _& k; G" R" PCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' k& Q: ?4 r W$ w! c6 K4 x4 W* D
Now I understand what you tried to say to me," M. b* d9 y0 H
How you suffered for you sanity, . M! o+ h0 P1 c8 i0 a) Y
How you tried to set them free, $ U8 k' b5 e/ q6 O3 O
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 A3 k( Q! s1 l* h) a9 x$ F
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 \8 l% ?, p' `. @' u( y3 [
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 }/ V7 j' W1 V( Y3 @$ `, H9 H6 pColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 }( l; d3 s! O* W1 y' U
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / S+ s5 q! P/ p: f, u. A: T7 r
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
4 }: t5 |- g' O- KAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 a$ O/ i0 {) gYou took your life as lovers ofter do, + C9 ^' W- `" W) o5 e
But I could have told you, Vincent,
3 A+ \2 l& e- b, w1 R" Z7 GThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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9 e; H; E2 J" G+ K' @" ?. J$ HStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * B, v! F- y* z/ Z' s' R
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . V( y$ w/ Z) S5 Y- x" v1 J- v
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 n2 a: r, v) B
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, 5 ]* p7 I- p1 K7 d7 n6 y7 E
How you suffered for you sanity, |4 [. ]; ~- _/ c
How you tried to set them free, # E; L4 a' f# Q, Y
They would not listen they're not listening still, 5 D. o! _* ]4 D5 ?7 p
Perhaps they never will. |
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