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" k: n# X) r7 ^Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) g3 |2 _& ] M! F& E9 Y
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . L) k. T: w; H" J9 m+ Y4 U- h
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 u- N: ]5 ? L, j0 c
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * [% { q/ F8 A& T/ Z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
, e+ _, X, K. H! v( gHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 M6 v5 R. z/ L8 w. k; BHow you tried to set them free,
* `) o: {3 a" k" w/ @They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " h; ~& m1 R: O" i4 C4 N
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. ^0 {4 r T& W% }Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ w* Z* c0 j, d# m1 OColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# C }. a3 Z9 N% f9 X6 |' m; BWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. E# b5 h0 C4 i
2 ]% |0 S) M2 M6 v* E( WFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
3 T1 z1 g8 B$ i- wAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 a3 R# ~/ A" T& r& G9 ?) n/ h4 CYou took your life as lovers ofter do, + b; q: m& i6 n6 S- ~. W* g* i/ n
But I could have told you, Vincent,
5 L% U# l1 O$ T7 ~2 e" }$ H; SThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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1 ^: Y9 Z, E6 P0 WStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, @, }& c, e! i# s0 oFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 f% ?7 R8 s! x; X: LLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! j$ D1 A. D. ^9 ~' x% J, E1 CThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , j% k" Q& Q$ }" s# m+ N
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, , P, P& w; [ _0 ~8 M; l
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 v- W# p: r$ lHow you tried to set them free, ) y, K u. U7 Y6 N& w7 L2 {
They would not listen they're not listening still, + w/ d) c( u, Y: y3 h
Perhaps they never will. |
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