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: K- r; t6 p9 }# R$ iStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 |) E6 P/ P, V" X9 e- `2 l% _' t
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
* g+ @0 k1 N; f( ~5 WShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) s$ j8 j# V' t" u. |
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 G* V8 P6 y$ s/ X; O6 zNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
H% `- n. P7 s- l: F4 L: l" UHow you suffered for you sanity,
; a1 Q7 O/ P0 G2 S/ E5 iHow you tried to set them free, & {5 J3 M. M, M$ B9 F: p3 p
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & }- W# i9 J7 |8 c3 n5 X
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 x& y- e9 y: c1 h1 wSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ ?9 g! \( h' |6 o1 }Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 @! i" }3 ?- N6 s0 x: XWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 Y0 u. B1 ]3 |1 h
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, * @/ p3 B1 X) i% g. _' L
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . X3 l# z6 ?! r$ u
You took your life as lovers ofter do, # E+ X- q- z$ W6 Y, Y2 s
But I could have told you, Vincent, ' q4 g2 ^) _5 D; c
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 Q) ~+ z$ X! c
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & d2 T1 x% o% L9 ?' W
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! r, S b: a3 q' |' u7 {
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 o; s; a n- `8 ]- u3 u, E Z
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : c1 u: \4 R* @ I) i
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, : ^9 R( @: f' H2 y
How you suffered for you sanity,6 s3 ~4 C. E! W5 B/ i
How you tried to set them free, C* A/ w4 e j
They would not listen they're not listening still,
7 S7 t) b8 N/ R9 s, [Perhaps they never will. |
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