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/ W, M& e/ ^) m( p; ~7 q% fStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 g( A/ v+ X" C& R& v
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ l$ O, T# e1 k/ w; y6 g( F; v
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 Z! L0 ~, {! G% }/ Z5 z* }Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 h. b" {) J8 u# A' a0 u6 t3 I7 VNow I understand what you tried to say to me,3 {! U( E: V8 }, s. A0 t: A
How you suffered for you sanity, 3 B$ r& A ^7 S
How you tried to set them free,
. P2 l& o3 A4 HThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ w/ q; p I" J NStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- o# |* H" b3 B" d* R: e. pSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
2 W# a/ N. Z5 t' b( u; ]: ]Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
K+ \# ?- y# g' ]6 d7 g6 fWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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: r5 T& j4 ]6 AFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, + u4 S# S5 T( d; M* [9 K
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 R5 r6 i, k; `2 aYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 F9 I% E, h2 F0 m6 n; b$ z
But I could have told you, Vincent,
! b0 h) h- Z( E5 q/ hThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 [# I1 x7 X& f/ r" W. m
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( K% y" y$ X( N6 R9 hFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - ]7 h A: a! _9 Z! @$ Y" ^
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 ~8 T% a6 b& Z3 G* jThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; s4 O' ~: M+ x
0 G/ ?% B3 R9 o# ^Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, # P% r" L9 b. n+ V. X
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 H: r8 `. ^. h4 N9 _" GHow you tried to set them free,
, F( P1 O/ w0 `6 N1 VThey would not listen they're not listening still, 1 ^( ~9 f: u9 _# E0 }4 C$ i
Perhaps they never will. |
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