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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) `4 ?& S6 s+ b9 c1 D% b7 b0 ^7 }- Y3 Z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' e# a8 p4 x# X3 A% z. ^) j5 N
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! `! `2 A) X4 c- RCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! z. ^& ]- r! i& L$ MNow I understand what you tried to say to me,/ x3 I; R! Y8 A
How you suffered for you sanity, $ u$ c3 I- E$ D
How you tried to set them free,
; o1 z! B4 t+ z4 |4 SThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 T- J* w I9 @( w) m& @ R& vStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) {: B6 P7 U/ @4 uSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - ^; v) I Q0 p* {
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( y& G" _8 _& P7 B; d& l/ bWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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9 J0 v" B7 z+ EFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
4 r/ \( T) ~. B+ m. ?$ K+ ]5 x) C3 `Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' ^% K# i! I: \4 d: \: ]6 |
You took your life as lovers ofter do, F8 s8 ^) b+ ]
But I could have told you, Vincent, # n, P7 N# e9 _; Z# K8 t
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( N% ]+ C Y: @
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 y/ k1 Q/ b. }( O0 }Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' b" W- h b& I. k
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " C+ F, G! B2 g- u" P: M+ Z
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( I8 x2 l! _+ X$ O9 d# M
0 m" @" }9 T5 Y LNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, * t/ M9 w8 W2 z8 A
How you suffered for you sanity,
. M; Y: d# q4 v! s, I/ C: y- hHow you tried to set them free, $ ]! y, ]( S" E, f3 ?
They would not listen they're not listening still, 7 x4 ]8 u3 x P2 y
Perhaps they never will. |
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