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" I2 |5 c5 K- Y( b! z+ @4 ^Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ^2 i' t- M/ t) j- l
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & D6 e4 d0 \5 z& \: j0 Y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. h$ l# y2 l. c& c- n/ r2 H
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ G" ]( M7 s. B9 d1 ~Now I understand what you tried to say to me,0 t" Q3 o: L5 z1 _$ f7 |
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 w. R. h: s. s0 }$ AHow you tried to set them free, 9 T7 i$ y, d* R" E+ `$ a+ \
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( W' x/ L* O9 k# R+ S# NStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# Y( G0 f8 `$ b- ?+ G- c6 ]Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, # c% y# t0 X/ {9 |1 z |
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " ~8 `$ L8 C1 Q, c8 j) h- h1 \5 ]) Q/ k
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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( c7 V. L H8 a0 `. PFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: Y5 S* B' x) ^Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 y2 k4 g& U7 y- J, tYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 P5 e% I- y- h: D! ?# v. o! P% G
But I could have told you, Vincent,
1 E; o5 f; R- N+ \/ {) ~* D' }This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) F3 U$ U+ H3 aFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! o) h! |, {6 DLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) L" ^! A* z/ |
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ u7 H+ K) g& c. \. {- O
# ]4 Y, \$ [+ J @Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 6 P8 E, {* F$ e Y* I9 |- u+ G
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 H7 n7 \. M. J3 I8 |How you tried to set them free,
1 E) X+ W5 o$ z+ @1 LThey would not listen they're not listening still,
# u8 L* H" V- }0 G: f& E* nPerhaps they never will. |
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