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: i1 w0 c' p1 v' f1 Z# Q- _Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + p, }; r( z" D* {: o6 L
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & z, J% H x4 B8 O+ L
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 u% H7 N; D5 Z: r9 k3 T$ o
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) M2 k" F1 L4 m- }& D7 A q5 F. M3 o
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,' h# _- \: q( o4 e( m
How you suffered for you sanity, - P6 z) [' e* O1 U3 V9 N( [% l
How you tried to set them free,
9 u4 [8 s, g! R( JThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # b4 G+ n( j& |/ h6 e
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& L- |% N: M+ f, }# ZSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 o* K/ W& G6 |, Q/ Q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! G3 K4 d1 z, W& b, m, ~5 YWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . V; N2 b6 a7 `
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 W p9 k( l( A( T$ \! g! AAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 _* K0 S% s Y2 M' J8 {2 W' f
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 O( {+ X) y( c& A
But I could have told you, Vincent, # ?( f2 q$ C$ B3 q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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+ s9 E! \0 E4 IStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* R9 [3 E* X4 h$ c3 wFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 g9 C4 s1 h/ w3 D: S" E
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( r0 @) r6 P6 s7 a( Y3 B8 o: M }The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , k$ ~/ P& h$ k7 M0 r
$ g% C. e+ ~: g! P, H' C) YNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ) `; A7 w2 i5 [" k( i: L
How you suffered for you sanity,9 V& R" P8 I: L. q( z7 ?
How you tried to set them free, , p$ k. B$ ^; G. l
They would not listen they're not listening still, ) b$ a" U+ i i/ d& n
Perhaps they never will. |
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