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% x* J5 H5 _. [) \& Q e" K TStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % J. t( s% k3 q" I9 V1 N, r
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ { l: ~* G: dShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 v0 | T* \3 D# r1 v) W
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 ~* Q0 o0 {: G" B" w- i. Q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
* \2 A, C' b# k; v Z7 e" ?) jHow you suffered for you sanity, 2 f7 r3 q; ] {. R
How you tried to set them free,
6 [7 l" j$ Z& Y1 A& _2 yThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 y2 o4 C( B7 k& Y5 E) N0 k
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) A. N2 z$ h1 M$ f# F% y9 N1 lSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % F0 M, X0 Y- c/ T9 y: a& p. E
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . N) v6 A+ v' W: X
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ ~3 L* Q! r9 g+ ]& f2 ?" K
- j0 q, f0 b: ~# lFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 |0 J2 W7 { b7 E' t8 vAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # p& c- V% e( [# n9 t7 y
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 n# c0 I+ H: w0 S( m! {6 ~
But I could have told you, Vincent,
/ [) y- L) z6 c7 q! y6 JThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # E" y9 \3 M* E( ?
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " o3 `6 L) h: e( j
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' c- t& i6 {" ]2 F9 I/ u
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- C6 Q7 H3 }/ v( y2 A+ ?The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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5 t2 m; H. }4 A& rNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, + t5 ^ ]% ^' `+ K2 x0 i
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ O# C2 q3 T4 h" T0 M: V, IHow you tried to set them free, 3 R" K* t4 M) X* A! e
They would not listen they're not listening still, + S" J8 G8 h& o' d
Perhaps they never will. |
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