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" S1 N( h3 H+ ]4 [Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ N/ w( R( A: X! Q- m7 B& U2 iLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " y' V0 i# A6 n- ]
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," J9 I2 N) K: U: c6 B) `! Y- B& Y
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( Q" n$ [5 v/ ~, x
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,6 E ~/ M! \8 H) a7 {
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 k0 Q1 B/ T( Z, E; [How you tried to set them free,
) z# z- p& z3 RThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( v) `% r& G" S6 H* E* G1 ~Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 P0 `( l9 c. u8 `
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) s5 D% }8 r$ z X# U) y- G2 aColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 P j( x m# l; i, d- jWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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' v. E6 f/ U5 |. h6 IFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
- ], ]8 t) f2 x* N9 K, r3 YAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % |; f: X. \) @- e" m a- m6 Y% y
You took your life as lovers ofter do, * S: t% P( e( f9 n. [8 d5 b
But I could have told you, Vincent, 6 U# S6 x4 G' k- B5 h5 u7 [7 b
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : M. F% ^ G9 s: ]6 ?8 |
" _: O% f: z# A, e j8 G- u) kStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 ?1 M- u4 E# p/ A2 W
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; Q1 v9 A: h' ?1 D( g U+ {: _( TLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 H" _0 {) ?# Q& H
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ) t1 O3 ~8 T! \, [/ L9 ~5 s" }
How you suffered for you sanity,
) }2 X& i: E( l* j, a X9 pHow you tried to set them free,
4 C8 j- s" S4 y. Q# VThey would not listen they're not listening still,
& |+ N3 l/ G& y2 M1 p7 R3 EPerhaps they never will. |
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