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: C1 c) }0 x/ j8 ]! \Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 ?, T+ b* a. ]; w) m+ g' N
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 a \5 J/ h1 S- P
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 N+ W1 n9 V. T3 t6 M k5 x v2 T* iCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 {9 _/ {! `. nNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
. A* \! N3 {- n3 w- g- D1 UHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 H/ T; s5 T6 B$ O8 R+ u' sHow you tried to set them free,
) }9 f8 [2 c* c5 j2 t/ h* VThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 I* ~! u: n3 n3 e: jStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . T6 G; Q7 e) E) M
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
2 T) d- x* M3 ~* @% S m$ L( aColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # o, V. ^' B( S8 S2 u- S
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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" @2 f$ e6 `3 E: `6 W( X4 X; Z, BFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, # O. Q. u: J3 _6 T/ B6 H: |, E
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 A* L1 K7 j5 g) z: D
You took your life as lovers ofter do, , h1 O, ` B! e9 Q5 W! w
But I could have told you, Vincent, / m& ]* M, Z' S+ m
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " W8 c4 ^( A; A4 e8 u* a
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: F' ]% i) l9 {* ~' V' g8 a/ ZLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& u5 ]9 S: @! Z0 b! M! E/ bThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / x. h* Q: L, M' S. y2 e6 f
4 a' K- k- ?2 Q* v: O3 F% ]7 A5 HNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
) B$ x1 `! `) G3 P- F* @; BHow you suffered for you sanity,
8 A- Q& y" L9 P PHow you tried to set them free,
3 @2 v2 \! n" `( n$ J$ cThey would not listen they're not listening still,
; I5 U, G5 @2 @ hPerhaps they never will. |
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