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! I" w$ T: b! ~, i* i2 MStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( `0 a! B8 h( r4 ~
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 |. ^7 p4 Z7 ^1 [Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 ~0 p1 |4 G8 L; n
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) o- H0 z' s9 Z6 x& gNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
# N' K( U5 p1 t5 c) d# i1 h! DHow you suffered for you sanity, / F3 G G {4 a
How you tried to set them free,
4 s) g; P, y1 F. {1 NThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + [# q/ l2 F) k
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 r/ g+ D! _8 @/ E: z" q/ bSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 ^1 L5 b! o4 `4 N+ u3 h2 j
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 g+ Z: ?% x/ B0 \- x
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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7 x- E: H, @3 U" j7 b4 XFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 0 h+ y1 V* A# E" B1 Q5 r+ {
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 o& P1 L6 r7 b
You took your life as lovers ofter do, " ~5 ^/ y7 x$ t& Z7 ~
But I could have told you, Vincent,
2 r* E* n. J1 X' O' g8 D' bThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; e2 \. b& N; [* W. u! F$ b
9 u+ \1 y' Q3 m0 Y% }Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 {2 {* L! `$ h
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( d/ D% U8 N7 BLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 z. g" Z5 m6 o0 r" q# EThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / M) m- s" ~5 h' v; _* {( u& r
+ I: G4 ]. M# G0 x/ ?Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
5 ^0 j4 ~& {* \ @How you suffered for you sanity,6 Q+ U$ Q! O6 M4 g- i$ p
How you tried to set them free, 0 R. {; G" r8 v0 u- k
They would not listen they're not listening still, 8 B7 S. ?$ X3 \
Perhaps they never will. |
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