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) X7 a# G) y% SStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - B( i3 v, R/ m9 _* }- b5 p0 @% w% f
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! J- K& q( ^. Z6 _+ l6 C: H5 Q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 u) l+ o3 X. D7 k$ V$ }. h+ QCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% G a- M8 _. I0 G* [4 a! QNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
4 r8 ^6 L( A% c0 T* t3 \$ ]4 T& q9 N1 `How you suffered for you sanity,
. l9 X3 a8 a4 E- O8 y% o$ v/ xHow you tried to set them free, 9 V' s9 U7 Z' p) Q- t) i, y
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . A( H, Q% e" p! y |
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ `4 Z+ a( d1 [. A$ U
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, q* q8 n! V! r2 I' O/ A/ z, o
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 e1 v9 z$ Q6 m: s4 l
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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$ K8 D0 T1 @/ N. i& h+ EFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, " ]2 p. P; {/ i8 O
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; c) ~$ {9 j! F5 U: ^2 D& v
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ Q( I" @: M/ ]! @2 v; |) hBut I could have told you, Vincent,
# ?: e' p' E# Z( K4 d1 XThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; U7 g% q3 i; W! [
" @- @. w. {2 I! I# jStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! g s1 U/ b/ B0 d) s0 G6 HFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 a' o* d* v! {3 a" }& N8 @/ w! G
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 D- d1 p$ C2 u9 C. Z
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 T9 ?6 |3 _% d3 V+ Y# s
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, * ^1 ^. E/ N* _, H& v
How you suffered for you sanity,
) G, f) W8 s# d' gHow you tried to set them free,
9 N0 t+ S* H GThey would not listen they're not listening still, ) R( P0 t+ A! Q/ e/ |. D
Perhaps they never will. |
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