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$ ~" {2 t) Z( C# J2 OStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 c( \4 Q/ b- T, d8 u) M/ r
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / ^( t7 S; `) ?3 b |
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; ?4 N' f+ z1 r5 A2 C6 t
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - w9 A! X7 T! H x# D$ L% @1 j. v$ Z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,% P+ L2 ]( S( }! u
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 ^; v7 V4 K1 |6 N+ j1 z- ]0 WHow you tried to set them free, 1 m7 ~( `, U- U r. t
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 Y9 S4 w8 r' F8 D, I- ~+ E! D3 C
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* r! d" Y1 T; y+ pSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 q7 _! L% O N! \" s0 {/ zColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 R+ G+ V1 V. F: H) Y# y9 o7 PWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( ?6 g+ f8 i. {' _9 q% r
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
1 q1 j* R% @- O0 l VAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " W/ [( L1 a P" w, h L8 h
You took your life as lovers ofter do, y* Z; m1 {$ K' o) o% w; K' W$ P
But I could have told you, Vincent,
0 Q. |3 t! C! N6 }5 @! lThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' z. K% @9 C& P7 c! m H1 }3 @
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" F- A$ T' s/ [4 i) FFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& n$ H( y6 a6 jLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, D3 t3 b8 X7 y& e' B% d6 F
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * v; k& G9 q( g- l/ s* H* X, F
! Y$ T7 J+ j1 C# ?* z0 J0 m+ ?! aNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 8 z# c. @* H$ u. x3 q. ~
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 `6 f- Q! K, a- S YHow you tried to set them free,
+ W( L& i. ^* H3 P$ L" P ~They would not listen they're not listening still,
2 [( b* _0 q6 ~) O8 e6 XPerhaps they never will. |
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