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7 a' s1 k- @1 B; ^Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, |3 F* Z! P. }: c3 i8 t& O+ _7 ELook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . r3 x- b8 i: M9 V8 h+ G% w& o. S* S
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# \: ^' O" `. TCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 |+ W1 H- j* a& LNow I understand what you tried to say to me,. _' F" ]! {# G$ W# K( A6 D
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 S/ z# M( K' i! V0 FHow you tried to set them free,
2 ?. E5 f3 r% [! a+ FThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
Q7 L5 f" D! q6 w4 ~Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 S3 c" ~& c" e5 x9 g
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( f8 I; | J9 G: w* G- yColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & i! S+ k4 A/ C+ p4 H1 |
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
# }6 e5 U5 ?, M a% P" ]5 yAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & _" f8 m* V J
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ @* A& g ?! R% }* bBut I could have told you, Vincent,
) Y4 O: X! w( x+ V4 AThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - ~4 t" x. [5 n: A8 _; ] Z
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , _% n8 T7 B$ G/ J: y/ o
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ D7 k3 c! D, L: i% h2 z% R3 vLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 o' @+ @3 s4 i/ G
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) N3 U* x! L6 X3 C: m
) A: d" W) e8 Q) [9 sNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
5 Z. G, Y& X# q$ f, R' }% S4 aHow you suffered for you sanity,9 h7 K7 L8 v$ F! g k
How you tried to set them free,
, r" @. n1 u+ {! h9 o% |8 s7 q) ?8 jThey would not listen they're not listening still, ' l& ?: ?3 e; G7 G1 d9 R Q- F8 T& `
Perhaps they never will. |
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