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5 R: w& G0 D( A! O; M+ m' ~- [Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# ^) [& e; H8 ?0 z9 ?# b" n& J2 k, PLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & E* g$ @) z0 L$ ]: x
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," N) K: Z$ g: p
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 c5 T3 p0 I- {
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,) X: a8 s- O. s( m
How you suffered for you sanity, h; d' {. T: K% h4 L
How you tried to set them free, % J9 K1 I8 z, D( p, J* z) }% N- a
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' D q' W: D$ e$ \# ZStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 A! K- x) \. J$ j5 sSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! _1 B$ [' s0 y* }
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% R3 ]7 V8 Q" AWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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- P: x+ A/ |4 R( z& S' N( t4 Z. TFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
1 y A8 q, z$ U3 u# P \1 D \; S) O) QAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , h% p) z! [5 I7 f5 T4 {* _* x
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ) H, K2 f1 k) }& H4 ^6 T
But I could have told you, Vincent, 9 g" t& L0 L; Q3 O7 Z
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" v7 ]9 I9 Q& ]6 u, z6 vFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 D$ B3 {* t9 H0 b4 ^% ]7 Y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : ^, x6 ^ t# T% u6 Y
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; P$ ]4 d- O8 s$ p- F
( i9 D& }" ]. Y- H8 C- r6 L2 LNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
( I3 ], j% b y2 T5 m$ g$ t; ~How you suffered for you sanity,. c: L* S, _" P
How you tried to set them free, 6 b7 _9 I, S- \. r: q0 A% U
They would not listen they're not listening still, $ I, Z5 @+ e' W6 I
Perhaps they never will. |
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