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9 r5 Z. i1 J$ {: q: z3 v; ? }* \Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : x1 [& Y, m" }# h& o
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' w. U, p Z9 l/ B
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 V! ]' w0 W+ R- B- g5 k
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ B- P5 M7 L& k& ?" X7 nNow I understand what you tried to say to me,# K5 R( R z% A6 k& p* v/ p
How you suffered for you sanity,
, V2 z0 D2 c. a$ B* _) [$ a' V3 t" t! jHow you tried to set them free, 2 N! B: \% g4 I
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 e9 E- P; V5 N
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" \2 }% C3 ]+ ^0 h. K, BSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# A9 o" J& e$ w6 s" H8 S" Q$ fColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ) U- l/ y! y' f4 Y( }& O7 j
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & ^: @5 A3 G, V6 ?
* X" {4 b& F% F* Y/ ~For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 a, z: U8 Q+ ~Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 h1 }8 I0 ^' T) t3 S4 m
You took your life as lovers ofter do, : x6 y" d& w8 U
But I could have told you, Vincent,
* i/ E. g' m5 V+ ~3 d m: i$ NThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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* b4 k+ O- \- u9 ] h: z! r cStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' G6 `; e" @; X0 rFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 ^0 \1 G4 v+ u. X mLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 O( \" [! N, p' B9 F7 o
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; _- d# H V; _+ k
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
6 u! l8 X% w& x: ^% ?: f+ p6 VHow you suffered for you sanity,
5 @ S4 e) ]8 N" F, D; d$ R8 h y8 AHow you tried to set them free, 8 s" S i' Y& T( z6 }% ~
They would not listen they're not listening still,
" n0 m; k! o- ?! P7 C7 g) Q2 @Perhaps they never will. |
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