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& G8 P% A# X7 D1 B4 A, A4 sStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! o) ?, L( M& D) t0 ]( h
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 C; ~0 u# z# M
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, a R6 m, w5 N- A# @
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * M9 L8 @% R# D/ Y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me, y- O! h4 n/ v
How you suffered for you sanity, 6 `9 I+ g- d9 v" b
How you tried to set them free,
! f" X5 ^: D4 R$ y. A0 |9 N% e& f" |& \They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 `5 n0 b( v' V3 X# E; C' XStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' b2 v0 U) H7 `. q4 bSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, d' X% f) v: H
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: `' c- A" C8 e2 H& mWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 Z, U" Q# E6 Q- e2 {
2 l Z/ w% x$ c, X. y0 ]6 f( U4 DFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
5 B! P9 \' Y, WAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
H4 [+ [7 x* p. E% H3 bYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ( n4 E) ?& d1 z! ]( e0 R
But I could have told you, Vincent,
0 L- v7 O% {7 r+ _) p& KThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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+ l- @# T! }3 m/ _8 g& p* Y5 KStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! n4 L, M: r; i9 p) O( s cFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! m8 {! ?- V1 V: g, [+ u- PLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 K! w x0 N) }The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / h3 }8 F! c. n6 {5 H5 g: [: M
4 H, U E8 \, }. eNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, : R- g4 F' _7 b: w' _+ }# ? n
How you suffered for you sanity,
( r5 J; H, Q/ E1 KHow you tried to set them free,
5 g" ^& B2 f' z2 AThey would not listen they're not listening still,
" t: J" c4 T ^% a6 ^' n+ }. qPerhaps they never will. |
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