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/ J% i. w( l& w- ?Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # S0 ]- w. \9 U: c. u) n
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / P7 }5 W0 V' H
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 K2 q0 a$ m; MCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 K5 ?: U: w7 B7 R0 r
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 m* @' a$ j3 k" AHow you suffered for you sanity, 8 ]4 I" x9 d0 M" j
How you tried to set them free,
- Q2 n. F M+ xThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( H m4 M, c- j! B$ h2 l* A7 XStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& c: f$ N4 c7 {3 M$ ]6 ~9 n USwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 r' a/ `! ^6 }1 f1 s* R: \4 HColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( m9 l; x6 H* r' B$ d
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 ~$ }* a, r3 Y4 _, O, \ q. H0 N) C
! d4 O- X* K2 {1 cFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, L) v8 e) Q! K* a
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; a" z% B6 l6 ^, A4 P$ H& B3 C( D
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
& X3 {8 q( s1 G+ ~! vBut I could have told you, Vincent,
. [" l- t/ K& X1 B: _# L9 `# nThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 W1 E# s7 _3 Z8 w' I% D! aFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ F6 I R, R) p- S. A5 k7 y q2 y$ iLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 t" Z) q. S# `( _ Z3 RThe 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, ' z1 {' P3 A+ O: ~+ p! g
How you suffered for you sanity,1 Z) u: n8 q6 H
How you tried to set them free,
+ b, E6 H' f9 u0 {4 A" TThey would not listen they're not listening still,
( Q* M, ~7 l# c# R8 ?& wPerhaps they never will. |
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