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: p4 U' |) F: d4 }3 [Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # Q% z' |* X% N0 t
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + L5 g1 c* }# G6 O U
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! O/ ^5 B+ F0 i( l7 Z( O/ }
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! f7 P ^$ z- @- ` ^8 xNow I understand what you tried to say to me,2 J7 W( M3 U' q. [& n( L
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 P3 w# e8 |/ ~How you tried to set them free,
0 V# y% H! y2 M% X ?& AThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- p) c; @1 L+ l2 N. qStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . h+ W6 S6 ]& r- M/ q
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 h3 U8 L8 P: ]0 V6 m
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 E! @/ y2 K+ S" M! wWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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7 b" o. ?3 }/ aFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, , S* z6 h. [8 J8 |0 I# ~
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ Z1 g, R0 {4 u9 J/ B' v( l- Y( uYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
! E4 Y: Q4 z* R% @4 K) t1 VBut I could have told you, Vincent,
6 x6 k2 a5 _! k" BThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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2 }" u8 U' ]$ lStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 B$ s) {1 ]( n/ AFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, z+ f- w& w& N3 ?5 }2 T* s# H1 w5 `9 iLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; d# z+ {) V2 |5 n$ d% e! iThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 J* u5 K2 R5 }- l9 {- Y
?) K- T. r0 ^ B; xNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
- R5 t A" v2 G% L* g( G" z6 ?, fHow you suffered for you sanity,( [9 h$ X9 U8 z; x7 T4 ?2 v
How you tried to set them free,
( C( I# P% b4 E# k- U$ K. ?They would not listen they're not listening still,
( }, a; S% P. t* }" ?- I1 w3 pPerhaps they never will. |
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