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' j! R6 Y2 D" T7 Z, g7 v/ L1 AStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , X: x2 ]; V6 ^; C, c
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 _( r; K% D7 B9 E/ c
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 p4 x7 [/ _$ S$ d* |
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 G& Q6 m6 k3 o. R8 \7 _6 b' d3 c! bNow I understand what you tried to say to me,% ~- G- i+ e7 [, w s6 h' Q7 f
How you suffered for you sanity, , x7 T& }' U( d+ @: b
How you tried to set them free, " R! x% b! K7 G7 y! @2 {9 Q
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : P% v; Q3 Q! p1 s9 M0 B" h, \
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 g. B. `, s1 I" H/ T
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 m U! Z2 m7 mColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ q* A* l* o: \: F! o5 @/ A+ h
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * y, k. u( y5 e( z
9 p, x, O* q; p; `: ?4 s& NFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 3 X7 L5 p/ n8 s9 B. t' u9 \
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( Z9 P, P7 r. L' s5 {7 OYou took your life as lovers ofter do, / Q4 U! U/ @; k( V
But I could have told you, Vincent, # a& [/ k2 B) }7 l9 }+ s* m
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) w! H6 F0 P) v( ? k, CFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. V' v/ L4 [9 j) g* R
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 E% W4 ~- V" P; ~1 g. L2 Q3 FThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! V2 s' ^7 {9 N8 i* t( j w' B
' g- f; O* N" i3 n1 ONow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
5 w! R6 P* T/ |7 I1 }How you suffered for you sanity,
! @9 u8 I# v2 `9 u5 ?3 jHow you tried to set them free, 3 c- m7 A8 {6 h- N
They would not listen they're not listening still, * r# O! k+ S' `2 [
Perhaps they never will. |
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