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, q2 t- ^2 y" mStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 ]5 X$ s4 a1 {
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 t0 m/ \3 [) \$ b% w! H# r9 B
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 O0 T0 y* H: X" R
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 Y9 D( M' W" d# |' w t# l# {8 k, F
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,3 S4 Y# S$ O4 `5 |" Z& J2 l V
How you suffered for you sanity,
D, B+ q% `- i/ o- v) EHow you tried to set them free, # X, T& P: i1 f0 {: m5 }* t
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' h) Z& I! ~5 N& vStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 S2 d+ a/ C" NSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 ?6 g$ ]* c# k% w+ l5 qColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : M) c( s* Q# V: Y. X0 X: K
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 e2 L: \( s0 B% T: o
+ u* G- E$ w! s! W) UFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
- }0 l [3 y& aAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 E$ e) T# d& P7 T, K, ^" v
You took your life as lovers ofter do, " v* t3 B4 V+ t9 A# q1 c1 D/ E
But I could have told you, Vincent, 6 `7 V5 n" ]: {+ d
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 G1 `( E0 `6 b9 v3 B" }
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) h2 u0 N( Q9 O, B7 x
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ s# p& ?! t3 N4 u3 _+ _) b/ wLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, M4 z' z2 F" A# [8 {8 _6 T
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 `2 Z" w/ g7 J' w
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
* P$ Y: `# x6 A& y1 ~: CHow you suffered for you sanity,! o. V. H8 z+ j( c! L$ i- j
How you tried to set them free,
0 K/ \/ }: O3 V3 }! R( p! [They would not listen they're not listening still, * J3 u1 H- N$ r
Perhaps they never will. |
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