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6 ~% v+ `4 I1 l& @Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! s5 h5 U* T; Z, _Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 N' v( f$ w2 {1 E% T2 V
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 S& C2 [5 U. n9 u, y8 eCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 r$ M3 {+ W/ ?8 c a% i
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,4 \, T; x6 g) M d% e4 d, b
How you suffered for you sanity,
, _% l2 ` R" L5 f5 U% T( g# VHow you tried to set them free, 9 f" x4 ?' [; E7 I E) @
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 R6 a3 [' a( F! J
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* @8 |5 ^8 A8 P: z* q& hSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 e, v* |2 b/ {$ t
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 K" v1 A0 Y/ m5 n" ]6 R% N+ YWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , U* ^" Y1 }+ F$ v6 j
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 z+ ^9 L i nAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" _6 V! a3 M1 e; G* lYou took your life as lovers ofter do, - i8 t6 Y9 z$ T: ~; V$ D
But I could have told you, Vincent,
( n; C$ n! y" ~5 g4 U3 yThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; ~/ C# {! k* T) C& |
1 r9 W5 l. D: S" kStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - h. f$ Z6 H- Z7 N/ X6 D( ~* u
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 Y8 K6 F0 F6 o; G- Z- a
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 \/ P$ y4 o6 E& L0 P. W* l- }+ g
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 G. x; t9 y; J' A
4 `9 `& V- b" F& G& U& H9 B- ?Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
$ ~* o) N! d6 P- O7 [8 YHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 i \6 K$ O, ~* xHow you tried to set them free,
, j# i, I) Q: j6 _" }5 ]- k9 \They would not listen they're not listening still, # T- p. \4 _$ H, y- s! e! `% u
Perhaps they never will. |
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