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, o& X" ^2 c. Q9 iStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 G% m' e N# A3 `3 I0 ILook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & J% P* T% F8 ^# ~+ U
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ O: Y- V9 U; V! b3 tCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ _) }$ J1 t' S+ s! }Now I understand what you tried to say to me,7 `: C b( w* \$ r4 y4 R0 P% ]
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 [1 F6 w& f6 D+ mHow you tried to set them free, ) Y, }8 G E3 i, g: m
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ p: T1 i, K3 f+ cStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ `- d8 E* t! [$ q7 f pSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 U( ]; s9 l8 E, D
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* [ J; `$ w3 q1 U7 QWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) y/ t0 p* T# t
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, / o: [/ q7 v# ~0 |
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 y4 y* [" V5 g6 T6 A! q- dYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ y9 P- t. L9 J+ b' q2 k" c7 x) gBut I could have told you, Vincent,
3 h# w, m# C: J7 q1 r& q! yThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: `, p' ?. x3 d+ RFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . V; y$ i( w+ r8 |
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 s+ Y! Q p0 j2 H% j: L' J- _The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 ^, A. B5 l: {: s, f
How you suffered for you sanity," j( V/ g8 h) L' [
How you tried to set them free, / Q; o: p. C9 d1 G4 L3 v0 l
They would not listen they're not listening still, . v8 v; T) m6 p+ g. T% q7 R4 `" t
Perhaps they never will. |
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