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7 r( w5 E8 x) n; \Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ s: V4 Q' I% V0 kLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
* s$ i' i; e+ G" q7 W1 zShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 q5 G1 W6 Q, ~" w4 D
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : _" a% D6 u, `0 a0 {: T! J
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
. o0 q. }: r' v% F2 CHow you suffered for you sanity,
" f/ c1 B# e8 h7 Z/ P& ]How you tried to set them free, # z6 y. I7 @6 _3 s! r" \4 |
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 N8 {% z7 V( a6 K
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 f7 a: S9 f9 R4 E# {2 T7 ISwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ Q8 Q& J+ c( a1 N8 \; U; r
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 N' O# {+ U' F
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - d2 w, n8 Q+ f+ M \5 Q8 z* U
- L) E/ M& Y/ V2 l# AFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
3 R$ a* Y; @/ n# r) i6 \( Y7 MAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - c5 J1 Q' V( a3 r* q% O
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ k! D( ^1 O& cBut I could have told you, Vincent,
# u6 i* f: ` x0 EThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% L: I- y" |$ i$ U6 R" c- TFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - u% C" x' O) h" _
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& E4 b$ n" w! SThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 n5 j9 h1 s% e& D% @
" g# E/ @) ?) U* P/ rNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
- h+ F" U0 U0 H% _1 c+ H1 H& UHow you suffered for you sanity,
; k" Y5 V5 M" M+ L* c8 u' e8 W6 vHow you tried to set them free, , N6 O) {% G2 t0 A! G
They would not listen they're not listening still, 9 w6 T* Y9 P) Y+ y( a4 V
Perhaps they never will. |
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