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2 |0 K7 g& |& Q+ K* {" r- L: `4 @+ \' pStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 @3 T5 q5 ?1 @( _ B! L: M; i. k* n3 Z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. y! A0 ?7 r0 h3 `: n) _Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 j0 w7 r" X3 C- j- f1 i+ \Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* b, [6 t( ?' p5 z4 \Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 S3 Z# M& N6 w R9 B3 `How you suffered for you sanity, 7 S) J# u5 ~: B n
How you tried to set them free,
2 {% ^( \: k" \+ j" K" E* H: @They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 X) z& k. x( J- w/ V0 w6 eStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, % c2 L+ h5 H( K
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
2 q4 n8 C1 K# N0 ]: Y0 vColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# }$ C/ J: Y; m7 M! B7 TWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 y9 L# j4 t4 \, n1 k- n! ]3 }
4 M% B2 c/ B" t J4 Y8 TFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 U( v$ D4 l& J; |3 r5 eAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & V. q) v4 b$ K+ J$ d4 F9 i' b& ~
You took your life as lovers ofter do, * c% }2 H7 D/ J# r" V
But I could have told you, Vincent, ' g( w B* Q" C4 S
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # ?9 L$ A$ v8 `0 c5 V" E
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( [. l' \4 I: S$ ~, E% R( M# o6 X
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ K1 y/ H, |+ |+ s& y0 M& A) Q* \Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 r9 ?$ }( `( k8 k/ O/ j( t0 w
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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2 L( g( u1 Y5 ]9 }; }- nNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, % l; u! ^, X* \8 p: {6 ]
How you suffered for you sanity,$ Y" f# t) \3 ^ ?9 i/ d
How you tried to set them free,
8 _# k7 M7 _6 P. L4 zThey would not listen they're not listening still, + a% o) }! l$ t. ~/ y
Perhaps they never will. |
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