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- e8 a S# T) C) j% |Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 W8 l5 d7 q& H; M! D
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' j% ^1 F, R5 j3 M
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; K2 X1 G/ |6 u' B+ Z, w9 rCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + l7 n- u# M. X9 }
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,9 i+ ?6 B2 G1 z1 }
How you suffered for you sanity, , ?" b- Z0 g; b* N. O1 N& z
How you tried to set them free,
. J1 p7 ` O i/ L( uThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * `. @5 G/ Q- J" U/ P$ `* F4 w5 U, q
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ Y+ i' T. B$ `* p0 w0 ]* o2 kSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ g% W8 i0 C1 S
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. t& l: E' O" D) ^% BWeathered 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, 9 u4 N% }5 g5 x7 M% t+ |: n: o* s* k
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) R+ d' U# E% s2 e" W, |9 EYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
) \- N5 l7 ^) J6 O& W" jBut I could have told you, Vincent, ' @& ~" J. k- U- @7 _- C: o
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( u4 n4 W6 [, c' N# |
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ) H2 a' h3 @4 H/ K
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 D1 x) h5 s$ h2 Y0 X: l& W* ^
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( q2 Z( z9 ]- A9 i, k1 t7 a0 k
! F0 L4 ^. u6 E8 }& n" o0 tNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, , d8 k/ ~4 [$ F
How you suffered for you sanity," N) t8 N0 \$ M) }2 p9 V
How you tried to set them free, , k+ @6 a2 u# f4 b
They would not listen they're not listening still, % t' x0 J9 F; `6 B( \
Perhaps they never will. |
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