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& D1 r7 J# ~7 R2 @+ ^' j2 JStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, P$ r+ W& M3 ?# y: [- ?( hLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 h% J+ s1 W0 ~( {& G
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ t+ n; m- T( k% u, s& ?; sCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& s1 P. S2 q6 R+ u! g" q; T4 L. }Now I understand what you tried to say to me,6 a6 C4 T0 y9 k7 u
How you suffered for you sanity, - \% d2 [ p* Z+ K+ T
How you tried to set them free,
& v" D; Q% K1 k, A+ A6 ~They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# d* I, E7 b) K% G) wStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 X# @# J% L, u9 w B& Q* jSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 R3 e( O4 q- U+ y" R! t' o( |
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / ~( o. N% Q! _, P7 W3 M0 Z/ O7 E
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) v! { D1 D, e* x* S
$ o% w6 n/ V7 L5 z; S0 y! jFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, * [! f- O& v: j; O1 a5 Y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & k3 O: b# s5 E
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 M: x1 H1 O* Q$ N; jBut I could have told you, Vincent, 4 Q& r+ ` K: Z8 j H8 G5 k! ^
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. " J1 V& \; {2 X& w( u( T0 M! F' R
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * {$ h+ B1 r% E- Z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" u) c( G; A1 r1 O: GLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : f. k$ ~) l5 n& \" B& N% d
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # w3 r5 P" S+ G7 ?4 H/ ^+ g
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, : U) x" M9 c' c- {" B/ z
How you suffered for you sanity,) Q& O' z4 o. {' k/ V
How you tried to set them free,
7 \$ L, h5 f& W! m% b) Z ~They would not listen they're not listening still, / U# t5 w3 M% _8 h
Perhaps they never will. |
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