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4 M2 f5 O1 h. s* Z( P( DStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' U O$ B6 W% S, Y
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . ~/ D0 j! B# ]* D1 I
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' F* P7 s0 [. S. J, _$ u( S
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + a" B7 n4 u$ D8 H% B) k9 \
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,3 T* z8 w) ^$ `# r7 Q ]- y
How you suffered for you sanity,
|) h$ Z4 D9 g5 d+ k3 G! I6 hHow you tried to set them free, , |4 h8 Q' M/ D& R5 ] J
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! b% _+ A; Z, m' V& O
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 m Q0 Y% @2 g4 ]Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ `, l" i" Y- OColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 ^, l! Z9 @4 F5 ~
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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8 ]7 W! P! c/ R2 n$ QFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
* y$ C) C4 {- I7 q% @9 o$ Y% ?3 gAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) q) H/ I2 f+ p
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
- r& ^* m& f- J! w9 I YBut I could have told you, Vincent,
( V v9 i, C$ ~5 \This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; d' S: ?5 G6 v& g" O; wFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! f, C; j- h, X8 @
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; X5 q5 C0 A/ p
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : Z: X& g7 n( l5 l5 w- x) A. w
8 ]- V- [. C* ? Y' X; z, c9 iNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% n, a; D/ n+ sHow you suffered for you sanity,4 @, L4 a+ f0 t1 ^
How you tried to set them free, 0 ^3 B( Y+ X6 v6 h3 u
They would not listen they're not listening still,
' [- D! T0 J2 G8 r0 B/ JPerhaps they never will. |
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