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! ?: g7 l* o; a2 \/ ~2 m0 ]Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 n3 g e$ y- g2 f* r4 a q3 E
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ h2 X5 l# N4 B
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 \ L M4 D3 bCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# O( E% \3 l2 J% W7 _- c( aNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 x9 t" [- ]# O. W- CHow you suffered for you sanity, 8 M& a1 c _* l5 n+ e8 |+ {, [
How you tried to set them free, ; C, k% j& t, m) m
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / Q7 @6 L. ~/ q, A! t6 b n
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( ]4 @$ N' R, N k) r; s' N1 q
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ Z) }# k7 m' J: lColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) U2 f( J7 ~ d* `* U! k- }Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . H, Y" A7 i, _% A6 ~& J" q
. R- t; o, I! V# g; {0 F! S& C kFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 U$ C3 _- ~1 m1 b# b9 }% J gAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, Q& C/ C" h0 R
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
& g, \ L Y' {/ B9 `2 j4 K2 @But I could have told you, Vincent,
- Y0 q3 ~! ]6 H4 U5 TThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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5 N+ C1 |$ N, Y! p& y* GStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
$ k& E! M2 X% VFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 P- h8 H- I4 D9 j1 w; m. J
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
B2 ]- p" n) s1 q8 QThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " S' L6 A5 F# t3 K' u1 t# [
# W2 U7 O4 ]) O A7 u- `5 rNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 s" w# {. n5 g7 MHow you suffered for you sanity,# U3 p* f' a( p$ }7 c
How you tried to set them free,
0 I! g. `0 ]7 E8 s7 I; GThey would not listen they're not listening still,
$ y7 \9 ~0 K; U* D+ Z$ {Perhaps they never will. |
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