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+ B' Z/ G8 E) g3 ?5 {3 ~' [: [Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& z5 G3 r5 j. L* K KLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 J! Q( M& k) F' aShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, W R" d# K* f: }; B+ G+ t |
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + B+ G8 c3 K$ E7 S) b' y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,: z( a) M7 E& q" l
How you suffered for you sanity, 5 i. k1 B6 i3 f1 I) P+ c) \
How you tried to set them free,
! u* T+ R5 ^# w5 g+ E( @( i9 AThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , Q+ a5 `. X0 s
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 ~8 W4 l! Z$ ~Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( f) k1 h2 p# M& Y2 cColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! ?5 y8 q* p- h5 o! A I2 wWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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4 J$ t# o* {, r. m% `" q* H1 AFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
' S( \- Q) F" c" ^Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* o/ m: V) N9 w7 z: z ~You took your life as lovers ofter do, $ ?4 A* f8 X8 o' h, t i0 l
But I could have told you, Vincent, $ F& B' I% D7 r6 \9 O' w+ U. L- @
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) \: L- ^1 P6 w$ ^% }
3 O- s# y. ]2 Q+ H. _% j; WStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 k6 @7 k2 l# l
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 f- b3 Q4 I. a0 I) ` N8 d
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * i% m. c! |% z4 q9 |- \
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ( v' `4 l, I& A! ?4 K" |
How you suffered for you sanity,
. v, y- P1 L2 m/ e2 B3 N1 u. fHow you tried to set them free,
, I* a! ~$ D2 C+ Y8 M" k6 d9 I6 o! ]They would not listen they're not listening still, * s( A# X5 z3 `; k) y
Perhaps they never will. |
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