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. j5 R2 F, X" w. b ]- ^+ EStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ N% `5 C3 l% }Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 k0 o9 T x4 e& f
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; f! I9 e8 p3 C9 Q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; Q, k2 Q6 s. G9 D5 h& H( |
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,: d4 O# U# {7 k/ p$ b# j3 p+ N
How you suffered for you sanity, ( V% Q r4 I+ l; b
How you tried to set them free, . k, C* C: d% a, ~, Q- x# y }
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 E9 t2 M9 A+ ] u S# `Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 [# e, J }* n$ h. Z4 jSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 J5 h1 S9 U2 V4 u, }5 s. p
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 S/ A. K; ]" M8 L4 m- L
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 A5 I u, T, [. a; x* y4 m+ O$ p
+ k8 ^% k8 G! U4 j& rFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ! D! r6 Z4 h( k3 l/ ?$ q w5 ?* ]
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 |* l. D( R. x5 z; j
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
# V7 ]2 _" S( O; t4 e3 [ \* bBut I could have told you, Vincent,
+ o O5 V8 @8 V" K4 ?# o1 \This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" Y7 r6 ~6 A8 S$ f" GFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( s% y b) |! R; _Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . G$ `/ x% b" O. {; v+ \! H2 g
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, & p" a/ k3 E- W) u: {8 U
How you suffered for you sanity,; x- I# R) o. R' ~8 S4 w$ s
How you tried to set them free,
4 [: h) C/ U3 i2 L0 t# Z; y8 BThey would not listen they're not listening still,
& | [1 j. B/ uPerhaps they never will. |
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