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" x- j8 ~ C2 N6 lStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: s4 f# v, X1 P& e3 W5 ^0 `Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 K1 Z5 K H P" g% ]$ M, h# D7 T
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& c4 o4 ]* `( p- N3 qCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " @7 d' y! X: J2 ~ x2 e2 Z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
, o8 w5 `5 s( b) E7 lHow you suffered for you sanity,
; z% c _7 H6 v9 ]+ u# O; L IHow you tried to set them free,
! J' A9 ]! w' r( s { f! e0 LThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 }6 Z2 {) v0 U* }$ W' u5 f
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& E$ @4 _* `) @2 L7 A$ ?- eSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ S4 `9 `/ S- G% gColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % T0 \5 [2 u1 o; v( L1 X, b
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' l" S/ f, Z3 a) ]4 w }
3 @$ u* z9 {! a& l) oFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
% d* _ ]% Q+ b5 ?Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 }: v0 E5 c m" w7 `
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
" O; U* ?- U" [$ qBut I could have told you, Vincent,
; q9 `) J1 Z! Q. x+ a5 H( `+ T3 ^This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! Z$ R8 h$ l* i c9 p
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& K9 H. C/ w2 i! QFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , p# ]: R% ^8 d, e
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 k G- b1 M" d' s% q: H
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # S0 n7 U: Q9 b3 Q* O
- ?. Q1 G3 b& ^' x6 |" E+ o4 jNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
$ x4 _" r1 ? V0 mHow you suffered for you sanity,3 i# E$ ?) y2 e$ i
How you tried to set them free, " A" C0 ] x5 E! f! U- }* G
They would not listen they're not listening still,
) A' i8 l+ \. f/ l9 L( nPerhaps they never will. |
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