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$ K# d! s0 E6 `0 L, O, cStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 l9 }" o. R, W' H4 E
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & ^3 b* z: J$ o+ e+ y& z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! R) I3 f" M+ N1 dCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. `. A: x* ]3 S- j2 z. G; K) |Now I understand what you tried to say to me,) N& V; Q- p) D$ y' R' P! {2 t
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 Z; P6 v& `9 Z, P3 o! L) nHow you tried to set them free,
0 c2 N- A4 x/ K( VThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 S' i% x/ ]9 s8 I0 i2 v
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 w. x/ ]1 @" p/ J& C$ u( ASwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , D' D+ o3 s/ H7 g7 H; L
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! R& s5 {4 x: iWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. a$ Q0 v/ U, x: j" Y$ d% S
7 @( e; I5 y! fFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, / B; v7 \* x2 M5 `) L" Z
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / {( J0 J5 ~% i- {4 v1 W( H+ L. _6 P
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
* D t* z) H8 C5 t' |" w% D* ^But I could have told you, Vincent, 0 S. ~- c& d% `- `2 Q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 P `7 J% ]& x% ]! s+ x
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; R0 ~! k- N% K* x" W
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ y8 }3 o5 @& q3 k8 J: d9 `Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! a* h" L3 U1 z7 yThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . o. _1 B; u2 ]2 o1 }
1 t5 J/ R/ h6 m0 Q. W( DNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ G( A4 E8 p+ G: j5 z
How you suffered for you sanity,) ?0 W# W( z" m
How you tried to set them free, $ ]0 B9 p3 j8 @+ r; @$ l
They would not listen they're not listening still,
1 V, f# I- r" G3 pPerhaps they never will. |
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