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4 }3 F/ c) H( k' d3 P: C8 s; Y7 dStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. |7 _8 y5 _) ]! z2 mLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 f9 o: G; @* ? \
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ K7 n1 P. M3 e4 E1 dCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ ?- B5 E& j; P# `% x( V
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,1 i z$ e- p- c0 J1 c7 {% k- I& T
How you suffered for you sanity, ) S% t) y& Q: y; O7 b. c6 J
How you tried to set them free, : Z6 n. S# q& Y$ Q% e
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' A# M4 E' }, ~9 IStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 T0 h. y9 s, Y2 n$ R p) \
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, @. w% g) g( O; g+ i5 W/ fColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & D- }2 L' ?$ r2 N
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 V( G# T x% Q
$ g/ k2 a3 V1 y6 p+ nFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, + N+ y0 f- ?4 I
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. O% R5 V. ?) j! g3 M' [+ Y0 p9 gYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 r2 v! Z" ^9 z8 ]- H9 p# s4 |
But I could have told you, Vincent,
6 K) J$ o$ z8 OThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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- y& _7 {4 _( J. [& dStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 w) x. {% P( n. J0 J; w
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' {7 V4 a8 d" r: U7 i$ ULike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 v" I+ |. E2 V5 K/ |
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % N9 B( ]4 v6 P5 e+ s6 W
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! Q( R, r1 `9 N( K5 U$ z3 D# G( R2 U$ v
How you suffered for you sanity,
y, m4 G" w* u+ uHow you tried to set them free,
6 v0 y. Z4 n7 L% CThey would not listen they're not listening still,
4 ~( k& D/ {& M: z* }' r( l, PPerhaps they never will. |
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