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1 j% V; n0 @1 R( V3 C% h& L3 TStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" O. R/ `. p* @Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # ~' g/ ~9 z1 W/ ?/ P8 i* w) v
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 \* H# k, @+ N: S* M; b
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, F# }7 E. K. f& TNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
h) T! c# Y* i5 |0 AHow you suffered for you sanity, 0 M8 A- k7 D. P' I! c
How you tried to set them free, , o3 e2 P5 f( [8 ]" L! h: a
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
c0 J' c6 c3 ?# }Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - w4 h( n% F; k1 p' a! ^
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( j5 |5 x1 L/ L( o- tColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 l( o! c2 t$ ^ S" HWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & n) F5 h$ }$ ~
8 _' J0 e) U8 J& N5 r& g3 kFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
2 r( g- K* L+ p9 [" G$ eAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ H' D2 c( o5 N8 HYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
# A4 q! u9 p9 ]# }7 ^3 I8 H8 Y0 R. iBut I could have told you, Vincent,
$ s, k) x5 K7 M* h9 x/ E- @1 q# tThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - l/ O$ N8 i# s: P" D8 `
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, X6 J3 c. X, X* N0 I7 s, _
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 ~6 o( Y" L8 |% p+ f8 WLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , W$ H1 ~2 |" j. \7 O: f2 y2 G
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 g& |' e- y- r7 A& P$ R& n
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% O/ ^: }1 d7 r5 F7 s' fHow you suffered for you sanity,' s+ ]4 ]7 y4 H* P" M( J% l/ @
How you tried to set them free,
& J9 A: L' W: MThey would not listen they're not listening still, s) X' o4 I+ n2 Y: s8 `1 Q
Perhaps they never will. |
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