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/ ^7 c- n% [+ y0 `# J; EStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 h7 u1 ~9 J# J- o: |
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 @7 G3 c/ s+ `4 W9 NShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: T+ @8 c8 U; p$ fCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. G! A# d5 v5 Y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
" a* t; r0 Z& ZHow you suffered for you sanity,
, n! j/ C" e7 @6 K( m* I5 x) gHow you tried to set them free,
' V x& {3 P3 w: n' i8 b2 VThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / w) V2 m& Z2 c5 s' e0 N' ?& W1 s
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & j+ j2 T) `! X( M' I
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. P! j$ }8 t% X _# h! F: uColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . V/ o2 P5 c# [% w: d& }; f
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " m$ C- l+ K6 A, {$ {, k
: L6 d) k, B& ^+ O. V3 F* aFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
, [8 ]) _9 D& u7 a) c0 EAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " W: d4 H8 C( F0 c" S$ f. X
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 Y i4 L' L. ?6 Y/ ?
But I could have told you, Vincent,
8 [/ R$ P7 B) | B. [! f0 e% S9 PThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & N7 |* A4 g9 R2 h6 n* f
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& T/ G! j, ]! RFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" |1 A. _, Q' G7 \) I( o1 a1 ^Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 z0 i6 [6 e8 Q* T4 _% ?The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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; J/ L: c+ T! [. T1 D! _7 |: ~/ [Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
. R' z! I& S9 C; v2 Y/ w) D4 uHow you suffered for you sanity,
6 O+ M8 n V" y5 L/ X+ }How you tried to set them free,
" \8 m4 l' V- f6 W7 qThey would not listen they're not listening still,
. g, ~* K- l1 s5 CPerhaps they never will. |
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