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: \+ X& {4 a) ]6 v- GStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& a' w& j. _0 y. T7 tLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' m! d* Q* l7 G( V8 D! ?8 n
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ ]! c" P7 @& z+ v" e9 l5 r$ ECatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, y: f& u U: B! BNow I understand what you tried to say to me,( O$ o' A) `; @ e- c }& B
How you suffered for you sanity, 6 Z# N* @/ T" L
How you tried to set them free, ) X; F$ ^, \* s) ^. \ y8 T' N
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' F, ~" |$ R. M/ o: B4 z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& `* f+ q. R2 c" V5 P. _3 Z) PSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : v1 U& i) C, Y9 x2 y8 |" b
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: v4 H! h; ^0 n2 D9 e2 aWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - m2 _" h5 m3 H- ^* f) d* Y
0 z2 \% d% C% P) LFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 ~; W# y" Z- @& yAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : \5 |2 H8 h0 ~- f8 V6 q8 |
You took your life as lovers ofter do, # ~( r6 k. B, T8 k- h# l
But I could have told you, Vincent, ! K! A- f) p" Y o" @% w# V. c. b
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 h8 s6 t, g+ _: XFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 K A) e* w% z) A4 q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 g8 ~6 ^$ s& |0 ?
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - Z; y( z+ X3 ^( K6 e# g% r q0 ?
: ?7 _! g0 \4 [ j5 wNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
7 q* k0 y/ \9 z1 t( V) \How you suffered for you sanity,
1 D2 Q4 {+ t( u" uHow you tried to set them free,
! P6 B; [' v) r; TThey would not listen they're not listening still, 9 g" X6 V. z6 J& S
Perhaps they never will. |
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