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+ {" S2 ~2 f1 P7 |, ^/ H* CStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 J, S4 A) @3 y/ m& g5 t
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 S. n" y8 @1 p9 I3 H- \
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ I4 b) B1 A" q: pCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! r0 A% }+ P* qNow I understand what you tried to say to me,/ a) v C/ Z: V5 w
How you suffered for you sanity,
# T8 O( g; M0 a/ L$ R3 JHow you tried to set them free,
8 l) c8 S0 C$ X; g- a, k6 XThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / i3 C% k! o( _
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 o! B% g0 F" T2 u5 D3 o9 \Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& g5 c+ v8 L' c' UColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ) V" }/ i" O2 E* Y5 T5 P' F" T
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ _) ^7 e% c$ X8 |% ]4 |
( D) p% v7 e/ p' s- ~& N% r( X: KFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 m2 R" j* o! n! V5 D" [# vAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' N4 x5 U9 _. G4 aYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
, D8 w" e D3 r) O6 mBut I could have told you, Vincent,
. | ?7 y1 \) ~, ^ {* w9 hThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : W5 y) N9 A, v/ F" z& q1 M
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 O7 |' `4 O8 z KFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , O! C9 a' j9 U# x# @+ g4 p
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 e# p& g5 x. \The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
, L& \. ~9 t( e( D# m$ i% c" m. k9 ?How you suffered for you sanity,# q( Z$ Q. U% f f- _7 o
How you tried to set them free, # t: D( w2 @- [& P5 X' `- B& \
They would not listen they're not listening still,
! F1 E3 X/ A0 a3 u8 u' j9 `& @3 lPerhaps they never will. |
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