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1 k: r3 q( k4 s! X) dStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , I+ \, ?" x( R3 Q1 B* z+ |
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 C: d6 Q/ v. k) w) Q* ^Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! B! z2 n3 \( WCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / A6 x* ~% _, B7 Y: y$ B0 e
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
4 t/ S1 p+ ? Q6 r) Q8 D- BHow you suffered for you sanity,
6 a# ?0 O+ a6 g/ }/ {: {8 k u% aHow you tried to set them free, & }0 I2 R; S0 t
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 |3 [6 ~5 ?* m) M# o5 ]) D3 gStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 ]& ?9 K7 C- i3 t6 NSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' _3 i i- P$ `4 z( c3 Z7 q/ Y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# a2 E5 r9 N! aWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! s! t7 h) K& @1 X1 [2 Y; o
4 d0 a: w- {9 h& G# ]6 \$ OFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 6 S' Z6 Y, L! V) y% c& j& W9 w' K2 Q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & Y3 }1 c, x* P2 _ @
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 Y: z" b. t: D5 l! GBut I could have told you, Vincent, " [' K6 B$ |* m. |. d
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : i3 b( M6 Q% z3 Y* C
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( N! L4 E# z" K8 cFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 |% n- [ |4 U, P* m
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . k% c! `# C' j6 v+ P/ A
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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4 j; Y4 g( k9 A0 P. {9 ~Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' s' @ G0 R I
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 M! a) ]. ` R7 kHow you tried to set them free,
% m8 Q5 k9 N8 ]% m& V7 ]They would not listen they're not listening still,
s' h; F' F# y4 Z9 r9 hPerhaps they never will. |
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