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1 E, b/ }6 [1 D# c$ j/ ]+ _/ W6 pStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " E1 o( ]5 }: ~6 K
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 q* w3 d% p) {3 j. N4 z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 r5 ^5 A8 h# s, w
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) {) ^' g. [4 C, x! O9 uNow I understand what you tried to say to me, i2 g4 {7 O6 V+ X- ?$ P
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ r5 M; C A5 Y" Q, sHow you tried to set them free, 2 a# \5 W @4 I/ ^# L; h& r# |
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 V% S) N/ T) K JStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( A+ F3 f' W T' QSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; q- E0 A1 @8 c/ j" `3 \* s4 Z4 mColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : [% i& w, I. ]9 w7 K5 |" H
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. + _7 w. Y5 U7 y4 D1 ?8 f( {
4 H1 L5 w2 \9 e2 r# g# w# nFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
( B: G/ v2 T0 N! Q8 G6 r4 s' b8 \+ XAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 E% f. i* R9 G- ~- J1 M
You took your life as lovers ofter do, : w4 x" `" I, t; ^2 n
But I could have told you, Vincent,
0 {2 r; V7 i( j# sThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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1 {% K; d2 w" WStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # O0 T+ i4 K' H U
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 r6 F' Q' o5 }, i: l' j
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 3 D2 ]- R B1 f6 ]" X; `6 v
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, 1 W5 I! I! k$ Z9 ~
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 h7 u8 ~# W! h+ x& m) H; DHow you tried to set them free,
+ E/ Z( x U$ M$ X% t) @" `They would not listen they're not listening still, % V9 ^( K- g2 ^2 u5 H
Perhaps they never will. |
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