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6 J4 s2 K, P$ @Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : e2 M+ G, s7 S, @* |
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 O. K! g0 J1 {
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# f7 M7 L8 `. }# f, a; m
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) Q8 [& D+ P# y( pNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 ~: k. w/ I& @9 {) h6 eHow you suffered for you sanity,
" |- ?' g4 m+ y, H% c# iHow you tried to set them free,
# c' d! B5 F0 S7 R p9 A. dThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 N! d7 v# a5 J. b) h
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' ]* f. H- j8 r, _! ^6 e! pSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; x! p: D. q- H3 BColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( Y2 [- H3 O0 p2 [, z# a5 ]- CWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) p2 ] ]) l( q/ b" k. z
6 C4 w) l4 r2 W! g! Z% {For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
! a9 R- v5 \! |# _5 }! M. {9 XAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, N/ s; c) H9 d# A) n9 ^3 \
You took your life as lovers ofter do, & x* a* Z5 [2 Y( a( I, U. A
But I could have told you, Vincent,
3 h% Q1 X+ _( AThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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5 H% C2 S& L# I% ^3 b9 [0 K4 jStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 i, N9 M% k. u' n% w vFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 c* z+ T5 @# Q# g& g Y; gLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. p1 A6 m" P1 l( a0 n# X# VThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 N! Y+ y" `! m% ~* h1 _. p) D
* T: \9 [8 l+ v& {$ fNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
! V* W6 |( P+ F3 P2 l SHow you suffered for you sanity,) k' E+ \8 B. M. Q% k8 A0 T( A
How you tried to set them free,
- g0 S+ P% v) wThey would not listen they're not listening still,
- k- ` W9 b$ S( x- a0 k$ [Perhaps they never will. |
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