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$ j" L" y2 q w nStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - ~- i/ h/ h, E1 s; G; c# N& |
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & m8 a/ u. r ^
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, d% S+ n/ P' p' A1 _0 F
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 G/ N/ B4 E, W3 o" R7 P2 u" N
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ ]2 \* P. I& U3 Z4 z# AHow you suffered for you sanity,
: r# i" b* B+ U7 J8 MHow you tried to set them free, * ]& c+ d4 d/ T* ^
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* n# s& ~* i: q: e0 h n! `Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # B i3 S0 G A* ?
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# {, o* \! t7 Y& F" f! S, iColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ i- [# c* g! f* N8 Y- c! n" uWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) p$ x2 {, w. R
' {+ c0 E5 J3 r8 X9 e2 tFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
5 V8 ^! P! d, _$ ZAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 J# @. G4 q6 n3 H9 H' LYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
: g* |$ P% t4 M1 U; [5 QBut I could have told you, Vincent, 9 P+ a: M' C( |/ y& p7 a0 N
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
$ B! j( Z8 }' Z/ ?8 VFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& e' ^7 _7 }" J9 V" MLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 ~- ^ q& I, b. D$ p
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' K! D' A' S- y1 F
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; p0 k$ g" d1 F7 }3 jHow you suffered for you sanity,, N3 |( D7 O& l2 z$ S
How you tried to set them free, 9 }- A6 i& S- R+ ?* ~( ]4 v
They would not listen they're not listening still, & |8 }6 d' _2 c4 C3 M
Perhaps they never will. |
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