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: g1 }* [' l+ f4 J. vStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 3 @0 m2 o: }# L" R$ D N
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. L" N2 q( i/ T r0 BShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 `4 S6 ?& C& Y9 s, M4 s& f& H
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# f2 D$ h9 e: L& g! O! ?* q, {% kNow I understand what you tried to say to me,& F, K: U: F1 k# d' X ^- T/ p2 I5 _1 Z
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 S# K$ p E) ^- ZHow you tried to set them free, ( T" q: d6 s- r# f% m2 o: G
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* p: S1 u1 J2 }- c+ ?% c1 u7 XStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 H: [& R7 H! X: P4 _* Q+ U- f
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' x- P! Z: x2 b& E$ r6 ]0 rColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" t D) U$ \* o/ n9 DWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , X! r: L/ v J/ Z# _2 V2 Y" o
# i7 O1 R; L0 o7 o5 L) p- HFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, % N" f! q# e0 d/ D3 g# Y9 x3 h' c
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 j4 A2 u) W: i
You took your life as lovers ofter do, . D- w( @# _1 L# L" r' u
But I could have told you, Vincent, ! ?! }% m6 t& \/ E
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / d4 B7 U- d/ t5 n. a
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & R1 @5 \' H& ^3 O0 S
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 Q: J9 u. T6 E& j. {$ U1 P6 |
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" F) ]0 p7 L7 T9 Y! EThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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/ T. r% k! U nNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 0 x) ?: R! v/ N9 h- c5 _
How you suffered for you sanity,( t' t5 w4 K. y, i2 {) z+ h
How you tried to set them free, ; V2 K# P9 X0 u+ Y; B- Y$ y3 i: J( t
They would not listen they're not listening still,
2 t8 J3 ?% ?0 f" `Perhaps they never will. |
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