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' ^0 U6 k# ^5 T7 n/ dStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . ?2 F Z1 J& g6 M+ i8 v
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 V. K1 z& `9 [# b' DShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 f/ G0 V- I' c, Z2 S- @
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 N! Z" Z5 X9 ?( \; H* E! m: G9 K$ cNow I understand what you tried to say to me,8 v( {& h+ l# F4 r1 \
How you suffered for you sanity,
; K$ E0 J0 H/ f6 W6 QHow you tried to set them free, $ y X; \: J! ]$ K: n
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& d2 L: ^# i& rStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 c7 J3 g0 @# o9 v9 h. @Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
: h9 p. z- f, n2 O, t& _, cColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 i' K; `1 G" Y
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ N! i% d# e8 {
1 S* ?/ T' e x D) L9 `5 r) g6 F$ r# fFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
* {+ B" }1 s, j4 L6 z# FAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ Y( o. L, l% \/ z, n& eYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 f! N! K& D0 A+ L/ U1 u
But I could have told you, Vincent,
5 x: D- i, B& V5 f+ U' q. F RThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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; x' U2 y( K! t8 J" T7 s/ ?Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( h" x( d' A) v) O5 T2 S- @1 PFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / b9 Z; T. j; M5 M/ }6 n- Z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 o! e% B/ I+ i# e3 [0 D5 oThe 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,
N P, r$ H0 j4 c* w' b1 \% XHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 i' r2 X9 [1 lHow you tried to set them free, - M' Z9 t7 N! x- r8 F0 q
They would not listen they're not listening still, ! E Q8 Y1 W3 ?* v
Perhaps they never will. |
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