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- ^& j/ V$ [* H( s% q$ ^( I$ BStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, * Q2 ^& r$ p( L. w0 p7 d1 E9 }5 m2 K
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & O3 \0 s# W, Z4 q( w5 N
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( x3 V, P. J+ C0 q) E1 LCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' i3 ]& T* P5 j0 g9 ^
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,/ Q. b2 ^1 Z4 P4 M
How you suffered for you sanity,
) q/ x& F- r3 T* wHow you tried to set them free, 6 m3 x6 _6 o$ _
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 p7 ~6 W4 o( R: j& CStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# { o0 B9 l( g; \1 R' H8 ESwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) a! Z* c3 L/ l, z( r
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! o+ h0 i$ @& r' L$ i7 SWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
! D# @+ j3 ^1 `: s. @) yAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; d5 n' \9 W% ~$ JYou took your life as lovers ofter do, # h3 n0 Q) n) ]3 {+ y
But I could have told you, Vincent,
8 F4 G& Q5 N# G, I% B! ZThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! i$ c4 m# |' y. t) E HFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # V7 G S h9 C$ {; c# }" a. f: D
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, % A' A: D7 L/ x5 N/ `! C
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . c: u5 U5 X! b
p: E! d S- W x# L8 rNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
7 \4 k+ @, w* x4 v1 ~6 R eHow you suffered for you sanity,! I& U# P% h% Y& J. `; O
How you tried to set them free,
* b+ Q7 L- J9 xThey would not listen they're not listening still, 2 b5 A* G F% o; O
Perhaps they never will. |
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