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& k6 U# {8 |' `+ S8 D( |Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& o$ Q& `4 j; m1 E/ y3 WLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( h" U1 m) j" |% Y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# e7 D: a, d0 ?/ f0 z# f
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- G3 S% n, m- [5 r/ DNow I understand what you tried to say to me,3 [8 m7 K1 l8 r7 ]6 U
How you suffered for you sanity, & I. ?+ X# T- G8 B7 R, Z& M
How you tried to set them free, $ p6 b/ S& b3 h M. ?
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 j. Q1 s0 W" q4 {7 i" m6 K v
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 z H/ W1 o ?8 b* v/ K
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & O( X6 N6 u7 v W
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
?2 z, c" ]$ I, b KWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) g% O: ~% |" q+ x# |1 }
8 e$ H6 m) {9 v' _For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 c) k7 e1 \7 K5 DAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 X1 P5 R, v- W6 GYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 f# Z* W S3 ]) B: d' Y
But I could have told you, Vincent, " F' X5 r! [1 `4 Z/ a+ y* ~5 {8 S
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 X" Z: i s7 I6 Q( d8 ]Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% }+ k# R' u2 F4 U WLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 R. P( }- D8 |( e! t" L: j
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / T. w. K% g, l: E+ p a
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; m% v U7 ]$ D }3 Y- E
How you suffered for you sanity,$ Q. v2 @% x$ n3 ~
How you tried to set them free,
0 O6 R7 H6 g, J: J4 C8 [$ `They would not listen they're not listening still,
3 p- ~% A% B/ n' p# f/ p. APerhaps they never will. |
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