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! r( r! ~# J$ uStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . _- P1 U. b) A8 Y- U+ b
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. g- h6 k0 {8 n* c' n& @Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 k/ Y3 N5 I- F; S4 G
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- N) y, p+ n; L7 Q+ g3 g0 X* P9 VNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
4 G5 N5 j* F& _# W$ W* @How you suffered for you sanity,
! H2 X3 Y" Y, _. F9 ^; A8 A, k0 @How you tried to set them free,
, R5 ]3 I9 T4 @; ]( {) KThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 Q: Y: q% m0 F4 K+ SStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) H# \, b* L% y* N" |
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, b% p$ {- z* `2 f" b, O
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ y7 g$ J Y0 S) n: z
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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% v, z( t' R. \4 E; F# k! G) xFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, , {- j& R8 u2 W2 M! d9 y4 `- E/ Q$ U' N/ y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! [3 f+ [/ [: K
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
. k' F$ g% ~5 S& u" EBut I could have told you, Vincent,
1 G' G$ j3 R- ?0 EThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 z0 R, w% b* A, \/ NFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 P) I) R/ J& m% p4 F
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : p* }9 d: L0 K1 Y2 `
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # C3 T% F. X4 B5 B* d
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" ?; E8 }( j% k6 @' Z! q/ `# jHow you suffered for you sanity,
4 U" _; }0 J5 }How you tried to set them free, 7 z6 d* A' e$ G: D6 q: W3 z
They would not listen they're not listening still,
( Q& ?8 g, N' x" pPerhaps they never will. |
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