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: X( [) _' \+ |. Q" [Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 D& \/ ] F- m* t2 a2 B! ?
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 2 K/ E# I d" y3 r8 w
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 Y2 _* k* N5 r D, s. }
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / d$ z8 p) M H
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
. T6 B8 g) d9 C7 e! zHow you suffered for you sanity,
0 }- ?9 J" {1 A( a3 ]3 V0 M8 cHow you tried to set them free, 2 D$ ^8 S/ G$ s& H6 M7 g
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 K8 Y r+ q8 I2 o7 C Q+ ZStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 O9 ~3 K4 c3 x
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
2 r* }: b% G$ L! oColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 i1 q0 e" p, D( ]7 C8 T
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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3 R/ S% A3 Y( ~9 s2 ZFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ! p3 k m% ~( q4 \0 @
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 G- i6 `: C9 z& _1 L) _
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 O. U5 u" ~: a3 jBut I could have told you, Vincent, / d I6 v: @9 G) [# r. ?' ^ ~
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 a, s: r0 L0 G! M& b1 }. ~
: v: ^% d; p* A% nStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
$ h m/ \, }5 C1 yFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 ?; q2 p+ i4 D# M2 aLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ H$ x' V! b+ R7 X7 K" U! Y, DThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 g7 C2 r" V$ ?& w7 J% ]/ `9 m8 z8 z
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, + Q" a" s5 k0 x
How you suffered for you sanity,
" K* K ]7 s2 R- \How you tried to set them free, & g' u0 P" m: t( ^
They would not listen they're not listening still, 9 C8 m( J# j2 P" K/ p
Perhaps they never will. |
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