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4 ]6 d4 u w0 zStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 w+ `* F: p+ j: o& A" Y
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ) W- u6 m6 J1 ^& ?
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; T) t' \6 @& f8 tCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( I- _4 _& d- {* |! J+ G/ ^9 @Now I understand what you tried to say to me,4 u6 n& q$ f; w# k* U
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 l0 f0 @' E1 c. Q' c* y. C3 SHow you tried to set them free,
2 @! D, \7 v I) m! X5 ^They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( O( D: C6 g3 m3 A: [* n. [Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- {! C# l$ k& ~6 X! n9 G% B; DSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 B9 }% A* b$ c+ k; XColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % Y; j7 z( n) q1 G
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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- W& Q i! f2 r3 iFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 5 k8 C( m/ C |9 p0 ?
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * _ \2 f: e3 A! v/ h6 }1 o
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ! y$ N# Q7 |+ k+ [
But I could have told you, Vincent, 7 L' p) C4 ]" {4 M# X
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! H# h' F- }6 J
: K% P) c* w6 S! L& I V+ ^7 Y, |8 l' wStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 o- o2 R+ a' Z. |" k7 E
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " R( J# z' f' Z/ q) V \8 z. K
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 ?/ t4 C/ u& pThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - g3 W( O5 U! {2 I2 g1 h
+ w1 g: F9 S, y ~, T1 ONow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
: H+ M$ ?! x# zHow you suffered for you sanity,7 L( Z% i0 G- x( j4 I
How you tried to set them free, ; I) J/ R. H$ b7 J
They would not listen they're not listening still,
; B6 y" h' F6 Y7 t/ dPerhaps they never will. |
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