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. ~8 |6 `. {$ \ zStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, t/ e; y$ T( V% V. B6 K. g# H; K3 XLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, G" k/ ^2 s( X) V" p" E8 n& V3 B7 i
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' r* v$ D- q/ U* G4 x7 P2 \Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 w+ h- {, @5 g4 l; m
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,. L- ~' X8 m8 F3 u
How you suffered for you sanity, % w) [1 z; N- R
How you tried to set them free, # }5 c& E: a' N
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. n# u/ Z. R; ]3 N! r
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " a) y( N6 d8 M! T+ t( r; o
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ I9 Q; O" a+ P$ a4 G9 Z4 A
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' l/ |9 S: |: T5 P) [6 T
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / ?) S' k# H/ e: _
! Q3 ~- ?+ R4 N. E7 E& RFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, $ d8 \2 |4 j% q, F4 o8 N
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) b7 G% I) O, g6 zYou took your life as lovers ofter do, : s( L- Y4 B6 G4 v
But I could have told you, Vincent,
: Q% b, Y$ u# q, n8 K% FThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - r% @0 Z' y( m& _2 q- V% R
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. |4 k6 [) \" W, H6 YLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ n& D1 d; p( x: a' K/ SThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # C i; v5 G% d
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
- a G5 o2 j/ Z, C( gHow you suffered for you sanity,
E! z' N% Z; n- p2 k/ I+ F1 jHow you tried to set them free,
: O7 C3 u, q0 G f" z SThey would not listen they're not listening still, ( w( M& x, c9 H: p( W% k J) J/ b
Perhaps they never will. |
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