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- }3 n6 F: G; N8 _' d9 FStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 c: w; W, w! c3 X, H* i
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # Z! b6 u$ t/ O! R4 a0 c, q3 T* B% q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 J; J! k. V5 w3 B% QCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 ~8 h/ _& r8 D; u* i. R* MNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
! m. H$ u' }" E: e5 hHow you suffered for you sanity,
' J0 U7 ]' i- C% THow you tried to set them free,
, F# y: k8 x$ S& oThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " m: h: ]% d' G8 W( V) z W
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' i7 ~$ T$ [6 JSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% K$ o" b5 O# p0 MColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: M/ l) y E4 r2 l+ uWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 [( ?0 h2 z# ^* n
: ^* X+ C5 m$ U' [1 X; RFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: V+ F* {% N' Q2 FAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( X. x7 h) X6 ?6 n+ l) |
You took your life as lovers ofter do, , }7 U! f2 a" x4 H( a- h
But I could have told you, Vincent,
+ C1 D0 L& R. d- P: Q1 p9 OThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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) B5 o( }9 S7 m* u8 YStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) a+ R. m* Z b/ R0 _9 M
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( t' e1 ], O6 @" t' v
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& z: ~8 } z' G, p5 j* nThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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( j; W, G. g! cNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 I9 O: |1 _1 d! d: n2 B
How you suffered for you sanity,: m; }, I9 \9 c/ {: S$ W$ T3 j; q
How you tried to set them free,
1 l0 U' I& Q& b; g& R; }They would not listen they're not listening still,
( Y5 T; Z4 x; f* \0 W! Y, j- f6 O9 n: LPerhaps they never will. |
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