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) C+ q( I4 V) L5 b/ }/ J9 k: xStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) S C1 O; J5 z! z* _1 F& |
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 2 G- c! {" O* ?( \: j; v. q6 }
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* U2 U- O; ^5 n) L3 }/ L8 M) DCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( _" x$ U( D# b. [( o4 }' h
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,( ^# k( t9 i0 Q3 x
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 Z$ s7 F+ @/ J* f0 SHow you tried to set them free, 3 ?- p9 z% b9 z! \# c0 R9 m+ |
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 y+ U+ Q: J7 K/ m, X% ~Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
Y% F! V% Y4 K! y9 ]% V- sSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
S, v+ F, n7 F& Y; k3 NColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' w8 O8 p8 r+ j! a& ^# c
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 H0 f& `6 c' x4 _* S* O3 a
2 Y( y+ x4 g" {% g2 ?: uFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, - Q- p9 E% s% u$ Z- K
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 g, ]6 R' \0 M" E# Y9 g- x
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 z4 y7 L4 G6 S* J, _But I could have told you, Vincent, : b) ?; y6 ?( o2 B7 A
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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% ?+ j% G4 t0 p1 }4 P/ }- yStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - F, Y9 g2 n& _0 F$ T% h& I
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " n5 D' I2 Y) C3 t
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- _/ N& p$ `8 h3 j* {! GThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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! B8 a" n4 i2 o- j5 u3 x* eNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 1 W, c6 c6 p1 y0 W7 c
How you suffered for you sanity,; B {8 {$ M& w% Q* x5 }. W1 T2 d: z0 u
How you tried to set them free,
- P( Y) I6 t, |6 q5 q7 sThey would not listen they're not listening still,
# G* c' W4 f0 g/ pPerhaps they never will. |
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