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$ Y( |+ N1 G5 i* l) t. VStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & b5 {8 Y) W2 s0 ~7 Y
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * j# @, D4 |) n2 F+ F1 R
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) b z8 A q$ W( I b
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 O( K' w& Z0 J/ z8 e) T% A
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,7 q: B. ?/ E" v, ^" f, |
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 S6 Y% _0 [' [' T: T7 WHow you tried to set them free,
/ l8 r) @' J l0 S- i9 Z1 {They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- \5 x* }- m& pStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 E* m0 f6 W. i" i
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' A. v5 w$ W% qColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ H- k9 V" P7 |
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,
: F% }7 N3 L; O9 ` E3 }/ t! X. nAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ q7 q' Q' g* p1 @( n( }9 AYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ( J9 r) W# v' [6 l$ I
But I could have told you, Vincent, 3 }, N* `+ D( V
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * L( O8 c2 [& o
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% T& g+ n) ?3 G; G3 bFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , E! k6 A8 g2 y/ k
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 l. X# z) E9 E* T, T& o
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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. J; K% J C* k4 u! f' l4 \Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, # o7 e0 J( e2 N8 d ]
How you suffered for you sanity,
" U3 i; }& | ~: v8 v/ h& cHow you tried to set them free,
2 T0 t4 ~- Y7 i- b. IThey would not listen they're not listening still,
* d; @% N* o0 q$ D9 O9 o* TPerhaps they never will. |
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