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5 l$ Y4 z( W4 I+ i) c5 L6 n. y! rStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - f9 f5 O2 L6 G8 v+ x1 P
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 g2 u# {* m# i7 ]- h
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# O& N' {+ ?. p! W- Y; nCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; F7 Q1 P1 n- ]( _Now I understand what you tried to say to me,: O, W3 K8 y; e1 ?5 w+ i3 O
How you suffered for you sanity,
& C+ r. o, R: O7 ^2 v- n4 a eHow you tried to set them free,
- V# ~% E+ z9 ^3 [They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 b- U: v; D4 q" s
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ }5 C1 X& D$ k6 R- u- }% \Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# A2 j5 B% i5 O* q- o# Z9 p$ q% ?Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 V. a$ H" l/ q7 `3 D8 G5 t- B
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 b( b) k: ?7 F6 s2 E( e
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
. c* P1 D/ M0 W) Z- V# _Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( q9 S2 B9 |# ~1 ~) N' n: y/ y
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ J7 G* |0 ]! H; B6 aBut I could have told you, Vincent,
; @4 S# I' S$ t. F& f! ]This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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4 [$ M6 z. Y' G$ z7 v9 |, G1 wStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" d+ Y% N, J9 C; eFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 U0 S1 B& D8 ?& @: n# m4 N/ VLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' ]. P+ w& F. t" d
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' X7 }- ] F9 S6 |/ ]$ c6 U
8 f) i2 ^, K4 l1 zNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' W! M) b' a# @5 n1 H- A2 g( K2 W2 `
How you suffered for you sanity,
" m0 i9 \# u$ I5 `How you tried to set them free,
8 I$ S' t7 s8 Y! VThey would not listen they're not listening still, . q. f1 y- y- K4 n: o; q1 T$ y% z
Perhaps they never will. |
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