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( E5 Q5 F9 b) a* }& n4 Q/ i1 XStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 l I; `- Q2 Y. Z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / i" x) u+ e1 |
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 Y2 c1 r, ]$ z! XCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! F; v8 w5 `6 q$ uNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 V `8 c* U1 ?# J5 AHow you suffered for you sanity, ! Y' g8 t3 ?$ t0 f
How you tried to set them free,
% L# u( I( `8 A( ^3 G3 w9 uThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 {, S+ F* y' x
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 Z: R e) I; k$ B% I- T8 V. GSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / z- w, d- C$ k( K
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ F9 W2 e4 R: c0 s% L. sWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 O9 l" B4 O4 d& t+ X1 T
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, $ s A$ y) Z& i5 O" h( B
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 K" k! m; D+ @+ W1 g
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 D' A: }( g Q
But I could have told you, Vincent,
A# F7 t: M# K" C7 b% N& oThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 |# i, x* I. ?- M$ d( Q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 m) j; r; G( e2 _9 m( [
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 f$ L% b) o7 N: F) z3 A8 X! k3 HThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , O, E/ N7 f# v0 ^, o& K& M
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
. {, }# [' a* v8 i/ r+ A( p$ tHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ P4 S! ~2 v( V: N" eHow you tried to set them free,
5 S* V, z5 h: B( S% _- QThey would not listen they're not listening still, 3 g: G8 Y1 `% {, C8 w- e
Perhaps they never will. |
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