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- _4 v t2 M0 B3 c. ~3 P0 J& [Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & D- w5 y8 ]8 ?' @6 A
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% r6 _6 n$ H; h2 ^8 _5 I) F, ]Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* h' u- Z3 e% m \/ L
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; O) Y) Z5 `. T* `+ ZNow I understand what you tried to say to me,9 {9 p( X1 a+ r* t0 b3 P8 y7 r
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 @- i) R- f8 K; sHow you tried to set them free, k7 O: |+ n( J2 ~2 I
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 `" F, x, `9 Y: DStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 Y7 F/ {* s4 Z* G9 J, m3 L( nSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % s. B) n' Y$ k% h8 v% K/ R, I3 m& f- G
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & a" d: \4 g) P! L' O
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! Y4 D5 d* h$ s, t) I
. @! \% e: c/ ^6 v, Q, c; GFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ v2 J0 X/ z2 J0 {Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) V: m' q- `" h# rYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ K, L! Q j% x9 @; E, ZBut I could have told you, Vincent,
# B: E# J! X& P8 o, s7 \& nThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. l9 S3 ?8 I. v2 jFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 U E: j& `7 jLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! |4 v/ F+ M* r; L% J j0 U
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, 9 a6 X! m0 @9 f9 `* f1 t
How you suffered for you sanity,
& n: f: f8 i, a! \( A7 d4 z( V& I/ ZHow you tried to set them free,
% m% B/ `" l* A* N2 h0 VThey would not listen they're not listening still,
$ M6 o5 r0 a) _ DPerhaps they never will. |
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