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$ `4 v k6 q# Q! JStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % V/ g9 f; B, v& P. ]4 I
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- o* E# e5 A1 [Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 W- H" {7 G+ UCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; g) n; C6 e! x: k: |( c" r2 ~% }
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
; p9 e9 z, q% v/ ^How you suffered for you sanity,
4 l4 O4 u8 a$ M5 P3 g# {How you tried to set them free, " ^: B! w( w( O& Z, B' z- M
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , l7 U" {# K% E' E1 [! k
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ t4 R4 c( C* ]! q$ C# OSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 ~$ M+ T" L3 @& l& _- @
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 N$ z8 ~5 O) J- d+ |" ~Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 z0 ^( m! i4 c/ o$ `) K
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
! H, U9 N/ ]! x6 ?8 Z' ~Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ l, ~2 i+ j# ^
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
; Q: t0 \1 W" o, h! lBut I could have told you, Vincent, 5 G8 Q$ \# y' f
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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- M6 h# q' _. k: hStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( W9 ]6 \: l' @1 j0 L& |1 f8 s3 N
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 \7 a+ N& c# c8 k6 L4 C) KLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
[ ?8 s% W" v& D0 JThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + l8 i. n) m: ^5 r- Z7 \8 G
2 H3 N% o0 j8 r2 ~Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ \2 ~# c: \! T; @$ {% H+ o
How you suffered for you sanity,
. ~! \0 w" ]2 u$ [How you tried to set them free,
: `9 @2 P% W5 h- x! n2 k3 q7 eThey would not listen they're not listening still, 8 W B7 V5 D9 A/ A4 P+ R
Perhaps they never will. |
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