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4 P4 F( ~: e: Z- s8 C' T* @Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) H1 f* R q5 _4 G: _0 q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 [- C. @. [! t: h# I/ C
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, p: M6 v1 Q4 x7 D) l X
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( [9 i. F) E* P* j/ D0 U5 B! c( a3 fNow I understand what you tried to say to me,) B$ p! Z5 i# g
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ j' f) y; @' z3 l1 o. WHow you tried to set them free, * B; k6 i& i! {4 P
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% W& F+ V0 t9 {0 p# V. K( BStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 J1 i s6 h4 ^" z: bSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 l7 L/ F. s4 ^+ H' rColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 n4 \* g3 ^4 q* s8 |8 N/ ?) J
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' M/ q8 S$ x, k
% M# B6 I: w! F5 c$ N( mFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
& i6 z& N3 S4 `( Z$ OAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: R" [0 N8 |; m/ J# gYou took your life as lovers ofter do, J. l! v8 m$ G+ o( k
But I could have told you, Vincent, , K, `) B- }$ Y# _* ?
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 V6 t$ ]; a* O% C) B
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / E# F1 R6 N q1 ], @2 s# a! o/ u
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 x# B+ q' R1 d$ I
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# ?' O7 ^ ^( k; VThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! R" P% {4 p0 m6 C. q% ~# Y
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, + x4 C2 s7 v' e0 n% s' `% K
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 d- J2 Q; H! a* X! }" _0 m$ {) EHow you tried to set them free,
! V5 _( W6 t0 j& r" RThey would not listen they're not listening still, % y5 d& v% y& B/ w& F0 b; k
Perhaps they never will. |
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