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6 z+ N1 h# t& M0 xStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ d1 E% S; s4 F5 P: @
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " p! r- F. ?! Z, s
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 m" p" z+ L5 u) K( c" e, i% a- P
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( e b: C4 ?# ~- X( b q+ p. E
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,6 q. Z4 U" g. m5 [6 x8 ~
How you suffered for you sanity, . a/ @) H0 Y2 {% { }
How you tried to set them free, m+ j, f: {$ z4 b2 [4 `6 r
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 B) b1 E, W, nStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( I5 d/ ~+ T2 C2 p! `Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : d1 _# n7 [ O! u% a7 S
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- B# `7 U, Y Y- ~& r1 uWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 {3 N1 s$ t' n6 X q1 B
. Q# o5 r" e" W9 D& O* s$ bFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ T! r. N$ O: z! wAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 V; a5 h0 {! S8 ]6 D8 _5 |
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 I$ f( p: g! x' a
But I could have told you, Vincent,
# i" m0 N& Z! \This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( c6 c; U4 N! y) T% a6 ?8 ?" o* u
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * A/ x+ n! l2 Z' I2 K' J, x; d- P
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / Y9 i$ r4 G+ D0 m' i
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ) e& k+ K# @% {+ P; b
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 R6 A- G9 x( T) \How you tried to set them free,
' T% T! ?; z( y2 i7 e, v% bThey would not listen they're not listening still,
9 Y/ p1 z2 [& Q, j, sPerhaps they never will. |
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