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3 ^# H+ N3 \! V. ^2 c! xStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 S/ o3 B: {! G+ v, R6 ?* {9 t3 j# q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, t" S R1 H. @
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 V+ a( }5 ^3 Z6 r. ~4 PCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * X# w8 i( B* C. ~0 ^
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ g% n: }, K9 {/ qHow you suffered for you sanity,
& r2 O7 u+ u* g8 Q. ^# mHow you tried to set them free,
) {5 |, E) P3 w3 x6 P4 W3 r% I. kThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 a+ A- v+ d2 l) k
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 q1 w# s# Z8 V( PSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " Z+ ?5 E' D! o4 I
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 p2 {/ {- ^9 f) |, ~Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 B: [9 {, A. {+ v
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 4 @9 o0 G9 L: @. o2 `! Z. [* P
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. B; M8 v4 |2 X+ L1 y. `! J; DYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 I7 J4 j0 s& L) Z, t4 d1 A
But I could have told you, Vincent,
- P/ U* m% s, {. k- T/ L. XThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / S8 {, A" n% |, D/ c# G) b2 W# z& q
! b8 @+ j# t! |0 a" r& O+ _Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( q, i: m- e1 u9 [: R1 S
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) U( o' j0 t1 C5 ^) J7 RLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% E+ ?- X6 X* h Y4 f' iThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 i$ C. D9 t. t5 q) s
* H2 t" V1 H( L& jNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" P9 f* }: ]6 o, S1 {9 AHow you suffered for you sanity,0 ~# u4 V8 e' n( V$ t( X
How you tried to set them free, 5 D1 F }5 v4 R: [$ @" }
They would not listen they're not listening still, : N5 S: \/ G6 m
Perhaps they never will. |
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