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* L: \5 w1 C6 l" _4 u% _Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 [. d& w/ ^9 x$ V6 A/ p
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . F: }+ L( Y# B. n. v' o: Q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 y$ j6 }$ \8 }' ^
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( j3 U) T- ^; ~5 S9 B: F
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,' b1 [& ~' X6 w- U
How you suffered for you sanity, ( Z e- T+ k1 }$ N! R6 U2 H
How you tried to set them free,
( m) Q5 M* A* Q+ r: |' _They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 ~9 I; M# b) x% ^/ Y O" }Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, l/ f3 e- D, E3 A
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' O6 f, q+ S- [" R" R- A
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 R7 W# s- k i' N
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 _" i0 d3 s9 T8 X9 X. t9 h
1 w3 W' N1 @* P" v4 QFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 t* H8 l& @" I2 l( k0 l# t' H' yAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' H% c3 E. J0 X. X* z0 u" E; A# kYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 b2 I1 Q6 G5 i6 n% D# }8 l
But I could have told you, Vincent, $ Q" m$ _9 S$ h
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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) _6 p) T q4 O) oStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; T7 c- z3 s7 t7 n3 O6 qFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 v8 e2 t. s- P0 d; Q- G
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' u& q7 I! B- Q! c% rThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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9 q+ L' `3 ?- L4 zNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, , O5 S6 L, `; w) Q" h! V0 X0 \1 u. o
How you suffered for you sanity,% ?) c& Y+ C7 Q
How you tried to set them free, 3 T0 E& h" A: Q ]9 }+ I1 E8 q( t
They would not listen they're not listening still,
" A4 p7 I! k4 I5 }, z4 Z6 ~Perhaps they never will. |
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