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, x' f7 K5 H) _( t1 fStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, * X: o7 S: @* V1 b0 F
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! o2 M3 y6 E; g- {. t* }- LShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 O3 N; {6 Z- I- r" @$ d' w6 |
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& R/ s' w2 }- O" s( sNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 {& [1 H/ b" h! i& A5 X& ~7 WHow you suffered for you sanity,
3 ^# _# P" L# w. P$ j0 ^9 u0 u3 x/ wHow you tried to set them free,
3 ^ p8 Y$ e E$ m3 E* P* O2 ]# |They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) x& T0 y: j9 G% |. W, f
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " X9 m* `8 E8 z, v
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 c% D8 K* ^% w+ A3 s# {( y3 n/ T
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 c7 Q9 S4 S* s# a' b0 F; aWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ! t! |* G1 @3 a: }+ j- r0 r
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. L0 t# n8 M' p& Y# V# R+ tYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 s% N! N: Q7 p% }- |) ?4 [& _But I could have told you, Vincent, % l$ n0 T2 F+ V; t
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , C6 f8 U+ \$ z$ v6 X+ I. d
. W( C* }4 H T) q: ^' e: OStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! n6 N$ N0 Q% S- o7 aFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% Z3 W7 i5 |: |8 M& f. P& pLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 q V" U' |) d1 d6 U9 j1 J$ `The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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0 d7 c$ B# Q& RNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
) o" p: [/ R# Z3 ~/ [* ~4 G% jHow you suffered for you sanity,
+ F. I% Q# |" h# O. I& F, g3 nHow you tried to set them free, 4 l- e8 ~) R" {, _
They would not listen they're not listening still, * H4 ]$ P! R* S5 v2 a) _
Perhaps they never will. |
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