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1 h6 H' P) f$ a3 c5 UStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ x6 [: o9 A h$ O6 L! H
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 |# H- f2 m% tShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# C4 h D( f" |) D+ d) pCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ V5 d0 l# a: c5 O1 b
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
, L6 s. W- d6 z r2 j4 w4 S& ZHow you suffered for you sanity,
* |; k9 u( g$ Q5 ]; `$ m* V6 mHow you tried to set them free,
0 H4 W) L) v: s/ u1 V4 I# e rThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; k0 Q3 w! V0 p/ R7 N8 u
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / U) N# R; g/ V* t# n+ [8 S6 F; t
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 h) z- e0 |6 ?& p* i$ t; GColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ r' [* \# Q+ |: |+ XWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 m9 a: W/ R# w; ], |+ b, u& q4 F
- l/ J) s! S) U! |, S; YFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ( ~, W$ z- w- t9 q, `
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) w, ?# C$ ?/ M, z" h
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
% e1 P) y6 K. E4 yBut I could have told you, Vincent,
. |9 u% }% u! W, ]# z1 R2 r. hThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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# u2 p8 W; Q% \! aStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 Y6 @/ ^- o, i, m% K9 d i
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 L- g' q* O' a+ q$ P0 bLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) n+ |) p% }: Z/ o( z. f' h
The 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,
1 L9 M% t2 v" r) cHow you suffered for you sanity,7 V% \% i* k4 l
How you tried to set them free,
3 J) @* ]8 F/ nThey would not listen they're not listening still, - @; X7 w0 N0 z! B! @/ Z
Perhaps they never will. |
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