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! r v9 H+ ]0 [" b' E# H( DStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & L% g% D* R! [) N# g' s! P1 k4 r
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
* r/ N6 p9 ~3 J2 IShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 Z* m1 k* [; ]. f
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 I& w/ X" P1 m/ E8 ]! f8 j
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ b' m0 M* S: R. tHow you suffered for you sanity, , X; h: J" m/ {+ q$ [+ Y& C3 s
How you tried to set them free,
9 x* w% U' Y; G5 I* ~They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 z4 h2 }7 ?# E8 @& P; d: [! H4 o: K
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. U+ Q( D) Q1 h3 F* u$ V1 Q$ H: VSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, # k; i' g- B' F7 {! ?+ D$ B
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 c. q, I( r3 K0 ^& k3 _* N
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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) S/ e7 G7 _0 @+ |. d+ sFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, / R, T3 n; o; }" k0 p b# D, A
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( [- b- ?7 A* m' r. M! m) X* t
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 t" Q: c% f4 G8 n4 sBut I could have told you, Vincent, 9 q/ T# r7 O$ J9 O) D* I9 ^
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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% r5 s* F. j0 |* n0 E9 gStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
\" u6 H' q! l/ l8 t! ^3 UFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* C3 N; ~1 h( T6 [) d# XLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 d8 S* G/ J$ B) _6 J( r( P
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - M( ]% z( [( A. |, M( o3 ~
! l6 u8 O# M' Q/ BNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
+ p0 e5 m0 d, H/ h" V0 cHow you suffered for you sanity,1 H% u. A) V* p% W
How you tried to set them free,
4 k: _; w7 F8 z L, Y3 K; r3 SThey would not listen they're not listening still, 7 r8 w E8 w' B' E+ f8 v5 [
Perhaps they never will. |
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