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" ~& u2 k' I$ a" W, N2 n$ mStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 u s: f: R' Z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - y% a3 ?; K1 m$ u3 u
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' [& C4 B6 \7 u! }* v# WCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 B" v2 |) m* v9 v" B T ONow I understand what you tried to say to me,! X, B2 E* F& u6 q' @, b
How you suffered for you sanity, ! U' @; y/ n: i" T5 ~
How you tried to set them free,
7 G. Q4 V: p7 ?9 I3 _" @They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 j, p1 W5 T6 ]! @7 W" kStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * a4 A K5 r( O4 d7 D5 m
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. y( ^ ~0 v5 K; @8 j2 @) CColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' Z1 h3 x; v2 }! |Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , b9 `9 B, C/ W% K
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
# `2 _6 H$ a" O( ZAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 p' q, ~4 i5 ^3 AYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
! l& W: h }: _. G) K' y- IBut I could have told you, Vincent, 5 U) m6 N. W/ d% s! x
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( y4 d4 v* y) N2 V1 M( a
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. o) E* w! ]5 H& e( d1 s; N$ @Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ l+ u7 T& U, [5 D, N1 w; bThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & |( D8 }! K# B, X7 \: R% y
; U$ v8 P p' X' S6 S* cNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
0 Y% M9 Q9 P: U* j+ {How you suffered for you sanity,
5 J; ~+ i; B* ]9 _How you tried to set them free,
$ c: W) l" H( B5 i% XThey would not listen they're not listening still, : Z: d4 K* U- B, X% A8 s
Perhaps they never will. |
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