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/ {2 E/ x. y+ a0 H: [5 E6 bStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / @/ t& e* p9 k9 Z( ^
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; @0 Z4 j7 ] A4 e3 p. jShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# ~( m- L! s- R8 s5 o4 m4 O" `6 DCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + \- F' a3 Q* q' J& U3 [8 l: }
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,0 c. Z' M$ I* Z1 Q6 R6 [
How you suffered for you sanity, ! ?! G& V: r3 a1 B) Q
How you tried to set them free,
1 @3 l# N* K4 W2 ^0 GThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . w( f0 }7 Z3 p6 S8 g9 R
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( v0 s& R: x4 c" `3 w
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' {! E: S+ O. }6 d- EColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % @5 o H- x' a- A1 Z
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 B4 F- x6 V. ?, _
2 G4 }& B+ w2 S2 b3 T' o/ RFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
- q2 v& ^' s% j5 M! GAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 ]/ Y2 [4 r5 x) d% M& tYou took your life as lovers ofter do, / S9 K: ^5 U9 e# p! {
But I could have told you, Vincent,
, L* k0 S7 [4 I% d# sThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 X6 C/ t3 q: I9 ?& G7 S( g$ ?
* D& h/ f; t) H3 i, F3 z) vStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 F! j n$ ~* g' P" o5 r
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- f) c% o1 f% |2 Z0 uLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 }5 O, o9 A; l- x9 xThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 k# N9 q: i9 [! T' c" F& J
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 1 }, |3 p: Q4 i7 l
How you suffered for you sanity,
% E* R+ {, d, J. W; J5 y' T5 j6 nHow you tried to set them free,
) x) x& P/ y* W# t uThey would not listen they're not listening still,
4 _6 [8 p. p: I, Q9 u2 @Perhaps they never will. |
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