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* r; O) ~5 D+ B& O, J6 O( b/ JStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & ]" w/ @; s* o, ^' A/ x
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ r7 f! n l8 iShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 P1 ~4 }" F& b$ m
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) i( s$ ?* m) b7 R4 z# @6 xNow I understand what you tried to say to me,' P; X5 T3 a% }1 c. A
How you suffered for you sanity, % b; u& @/ ~7 t6 P
How you tried to set them free, , X U# x; c5 t" j
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - Q$ A6 G" u+ w+ o# v
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 j7 W6 n4 ~/ ~) [. ^$ F# I l( pSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ e, [+ j5 i; OColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 z$ A) [3 z$ i+ R$ z5 ~4 U
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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% r: P. [9 a6 g& \ o" q/ a; DFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
* ]6 r$ q) W$ T; ~Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ }2 L) p C& l4 X. y) l, D' Q- c
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ' f: |9 ]5 w; x7 c/ _% n8 d
But I could have told you, Vincent, ! x/ q$ z! p2 W' f
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( Z1 @8 j6 h8 q+ Y6 y8 R
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 t- D4 @& g& w* ^- P
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 C4 h! `/ p! G4 ?4 f- I KThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % ~2 I/ f" ]9 C; n0 L
# t4 P0 [8 R5 INow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 5 {) r' M C* ?# I
How you suffered for you sanity,
. F" w/ c U+ A7 M- fHow you tried to set them free,
8 z$ o: f, M3 P7 ~0 U kThey would not listen they're not listening still,
9 H+ L( M( a; E3 F8 ZPerhaps they never will. |
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