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" s4 T$ {/ ~/ sStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 C8 ^0 X& D6 T5 P* ]
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
) S! t9 }! Y* VShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 m7 V/ \! U% w3 I5 DCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 z% ^; j- Z% h+ m4 q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me, Y& _; H1 `3 T7 G
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 t; d* D& J* j+ ^6 z( eHow you tried to set them free,
% E1 l- M: c) i$ m- H/ N+ MThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( y% J8 `* q: U& J& @" N
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 @ E9 K, l$ ^9 I
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , @9 b' l+ r2 Z0 d* |
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' c7 b$ g" S4 T) u, [3 U' |. C X6 f( m
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,
" A- F3 h+ C @4 I. G/ m. a2 [Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ {& p& `; j9 u4 o1 V! P: `2 wYou took your life as lovers ofter do, " J" D$ n( N0 ~. B! C7 \6 F
But I could have told you, Vincent,
/ `* L# L9 [' m2 vThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # F' s( ?2 ^; H# c- n- H4 j
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- x$ K4 T% @+ D, N2 e# P* vFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 ^) ]! `& w) R+ d& Y. Z# p2 d
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" ?& U, y* z* y* nThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : A2 O. _& F# w+ I$ j( y, O6 }4 M
) R( n; T. m! ~( INow I think I know what you tried to say to me, : s P1 I0 C" n0 D
How you suffered for you sanity,) @6 [: X- E/ _7 X3 X
How you tried to set them free,
7 K; i5 e- n' C$ S3 ^) wThey would not listen they're not listening still, & P+ i! S7 K1 Q. b6 ]- E/ J2 N
Perhaps they never will. |
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