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3 Y, a- }8 k7 r' ]# ]6 ^Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) o# k" ]/ S9 m( D5 l( o2 t, t) |
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " S/ [6 E- C$ K1 n7 v
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
x# Z1 l a3 ~& w1 q7 BCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 b7 U& A0 @2 H' y4 F$ aNow I understand what you tried to say to me,' I: f8 P r: e E
How you suffered for you sanity, 6 J' n0 q4 s( d! m( d& s8 g
How you tried to set them free, 5 \8 ^' K3 w/ N% s
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ c2 g$ V( Y% p! c) \
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " k/ v+ c- Q6 v
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 v8 f, h/ M4 ^& [& l' v* f9 g! b
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 o1 A/ X+ I6 R) kWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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/ U6 C7 l. Q3 |& m' w1 a/ wFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 K4 w( n' n; V( g5 zAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 t0 } x2 k5 o' Q2 iYou took your life as lovers ofter do, - y8 ^8 g l3 ^# [
But I could have told you, Vincent, V9 m# m% G' V9 u3 Z
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ X8 v& R0 E' o2 u
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) M5 I( f1 Y$ r& X
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
w; F) Z" [- zLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ A: @$ V/ D+ O8 n7 B- w a; BThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 T7 ~# h0 z! N; m0 ] v
7 x( Z* r" _: x. t! LNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
- X: t+ R& w1 f( T% s- r3 i# C/ P& m) KHow you suffered for you sanity,
, A7 O" j+ s+ Q) NHow you tried to set them free, ) _- v; c, }6 [% l1 I8 L) @
They would not listen they're not listening still,
5 h5 H3 X- M, G4 j0 V6 S [Perhaps they never will. |
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