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1 f9 n, {& ]2 x1 q# t0 T2 WStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % `0 ^" N8 Q" Q1 ~& |5 j
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : b1 U% f) s0 B" J
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 P- O! \6 ?7 ]: [4 L
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 f6 X. h7 \$ YNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
* `: q; ~+ t2 P! f; j( V$ jHow you suffered for you sanity, * `( C5 _8 w! M" o, J7 Y* |
How you tried to set them free,
) p! J0 F) ~. n1 z. p! X1 C5 m( LThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, v6 @; g! N' U% _Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. r2 [& P* H" G& E( U; }. WSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" @7 A5 |3 b6 ?3 `. \& d5 @Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( P7 |$ b8 `) A, m) Q
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & Z* T( `; }0 p, l7 ]" w
' F& Z7 y1 P! k3 ?3 NFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: a+ {5 I( p8 {9 e& [Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ N# I7 m% m4 jYou took your life as lovers ofter do, - y7 V/ W" s: s3 z: W& Q. Y! w
But I could have told you, Vincent, ' Y8 F8 v( O$ ]
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ x) p( t8 r+ P7 y4 k6 U' BFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 o1 N2 q1 |3 t# N4 iLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" M! O# D- |6 }) oThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( h) M. C5 x0 L9 V8 l
( W9 G J+ D z1 h5 PNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" r& @4 N5 h- |0 F% f0 t# DHow you suffered for you sanity,( S: V4 I; `1 }; A
How you tried to set them free,
# g& K5 S% a$ y) c2 gThey would not listen they're not listening still, 8 u1 \) D$ c! B; g
Perhaps they never will. |
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