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9 K/ `9 F- \" d g! e7 M8 {Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : n+ z/ R( O+ D& r$ H6 {+ P
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
* _1 g+ Z: ]8 d5 p: r6 @1 e, tShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* @/ w4 u! t3 _: ?Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 ]% X6 a+ S5 @* \6 V2 K+ RNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ [" Q) D5 z* sHow you suffered for you sanity,
; q# z, M/ h% b. j: WHow you tried to set them free,
2 K& K% I, w: [6 [* h$ y6 e4 kThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' d) q" S6 D# SStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 A: f5 B/ F+ `. B: z3 }) dSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 }0 h8 T4 M$ k7 Y1 F# V
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 L: E4 ], Y8 B2 [8 ]
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : T* ?/ `* o( A }5 j; I
- x) J2 N, ]. v5 M+ l B% x, DFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
- h1 D* S( p0 w; J+ uAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # A, X: ]# R$ |+ w! E& m
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
& N/ A# g. x2 ?! @- s) ~But I could have told you, Vincent, ( e2 [8 k w! Z; B
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 N# [ K7 k2 j7 K
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 G9 h- t: R! y5 \+ nLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + {% b+ H/ ]/ Q' ]
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( r2 @- E( ]. X' s* D
" {3 u7 x/ X. E I3 KNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, " P) G/ }: Q/ {0 Y1 S& S. n I- m
How you suffered for you sanity,
% Y+ b5 P H9 MHow you tried to set them free, 8 h; a, z; y6 G* U
They would not listen they're not listening still, * Q$ {+ J: B& K9 M* y" q' D. ]
Perhaps they never will. |
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