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7 u! F- v8 d$ F) N K) FStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 O6 ^$ u+ ]1 d1 F) d3 q$ [ F
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 2 B& e; {/ {& ]- M" w
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, p6 i: _/ m; i |5 p, [
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 Q. H3 Z. ^+ e7 g+ n. g" hNow I understand what you tried to say to me,; q- D! X, u' [- o& \. u" Q5 q) t
How you suffered for you sanity, C4 Q5 `9 h6 M! u8 x6 C# P2 u
How you tried to set them free, ( r/ n% B3 {3 s
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) Y7 ~2 K/ E" [4 ]5 S1 Y) k
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " ~/ [0 U+ i. L# c( E. D& Y' ?5 ~6 O% V
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, x; A1 h& P% Y% \% K/ [
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' {. N8 C3 z# C7 P1 t @9 jWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 t9 w8 U$ k# U+ v, y3 G9 n3 b
. x* ^' v# T2 k$ PFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
2 _# e" ?9 e" m+ p! E* N8 jAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: l% }( f) S% Q* yYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
: s2 v( G% [; N7 yBut I could have told you, Vincent, 6 m4 N+ K7 E- P( A: w4 H; {
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 I, q" Y# l4 ~5 A; B4 aFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, [+ Z4 P3 Z# g" P1 f/ _7 m- m& Z0 ZLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 N: i; c$ x* R( G6 n
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
# E! T( e0 N0 `- c2 l9 MHow you suffered for you sanity,
( R) w3 z8 J% N u" L' [# t+ xHow you tried to set them free,
6 T9 P& }1 A K8 I8 j' \* V1 }They would not listen they're not listening still, ! R" o- S" g: y% e9 ?/ j# N8 [
Perhaps they never will. |
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