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) k3 x& C `5 |4 @Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; [4 }+ p" s/ V" n) P$ c
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# e4 x+ O- u; i1 |, W* Q3 qShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; y- _* |( d% ^9 x5 b
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 G5 t# z4 ]( wNow I understand what you tried to say to me,- a: Q5 }! k8 X
How you suffered for you sanity, 3 L3 ^7 W8 J( [& n) ]/ a
How you tried to set them free, ' k& r$ t+ C& b9 Z
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 j2 G6 S+ f& z% QStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' f1 d7 b2 c2 i6 i- M7 k3 g# ^Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 _2 r l M( M T( x# F7 r2 ^3 b
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
]9 q C. k, N0 f6 QWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 K& b. Y0 _& ?4 ?
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 C$ f* k7 Q9 B- R0 z
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
# Z5 j z2 M: }0 C7 |But I could have told you, Vincent, & n2 q' k0 _: S
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 h/ S1 E2 q9 Q! G. l+ i& E
5 B, s4 Z7 _ ` z9 } \9 HStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 C4 n5 p- n+ b2 C7 T- E7 nFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. n8 S; I6 r& ?2 U5 W2 |
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / B- y8 c) h1 r( e# W
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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! I; |% \' c. s4 G: T" `Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% ^, X7 J' z) pHow you suffered for you sanity,1 S+ z9 |. [& e2 N! K5 q
How you tried to set them free,
* l+ J$ i$ x3 b4 x4 A% X; M9 J. HThey would not listen they're not listening still, - e; h8 c3 H' U( K
Perhaps they never will. |
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