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/ P0 k9 ^; O5 e4 N) L4 u% K! j6 oStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / l) ^& f6 z: `, |
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 ]9 [1 p, ~5 g5 s% e1 X/ ?
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' S3 v1 r6 E. ^3 g& xCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # |( a5 R( R4 U$ |' F& s4 k( S6 c" f
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 K' R! y& Q% \' v0 U8 j; dHow you suffered for you sanity,
3 v& T* i" z# F# U" i0 C2 BHow you tried to set them free,
5 m; F6 d6 D+ @, L; U* Y# m( H6 kThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 M: _, ?# ~* P) H# K" y. r) ?
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - r7 G" W) u0 `
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
2 C0 @, Y( ~0 h+ I2 u! LColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 c/ _' `- i: Z) [6 tWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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' I2 k- z$ l5 o9 |! W; tFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 5 \) f$ y: `: Y! G+ t# J" I
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 V8 y( C1 w4 _- R+ k1 o
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ G9 x. h3 ~: ]' e& `/ w( SBut I could have told you, Vincent,
" z: W4 {& k5 A2 L3 \4 O! g, v' jThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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1 K$ I0 z) K' v8 r8 y. B( \1 D5 SStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 i2 r) t2 Z( s% w2 w2 h
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 W3 S, i, [! n: N* {Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 }5 v( c% O* v( M9 a; ?2 OThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & R$ e7 J/ Q, H& ^
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 7 x4 u- f9 K5 c! w8 f
How you suffered for you sanity," ?! m/ @3 G. z7 c; }
How you tried to set them free,
) [9 ?/ H6 `9 W6 k. z! oThey would not listen they're not listening still, ( F+ g- Q* l% l( ?
Perhaps they never will. |
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