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u8 j4 {4 U) u. ?: B9 XStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! z& B- U$ w# f9 P( _
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , @# ]; a! w0 L. _: ^: Q" |
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ ]2 h4 e5 {* i
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! N+ R7 j. q* W, Q0 x/ G2 C7 x: u) ^
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 v9 j0 w" r% |2 f$ V. O1 XHow you suffered for you sanity,
) N8 ]8 O( H# N( m4 h7 cHow you tried to set them free, 7 T% }& ?6 r5 B) O, U
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / l' a, u1 k H( }# r6 Z1 I
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ H% A& }4 w& J# ]5 PSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & g) @2 t0 X6 h# F8 H# B
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( g( A, C" l! w2 r8 g$ o' ?Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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. P( J& T$ d* B) }For they could not love you, but still your love was true, . ]) O. p/ } F# X
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, d& ~$ y+ Z9 `2 H) x5 y
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 g9 x5 X6 ?- o0 [: ~But I could have told you, Vincent, 3 u. d$ t) g. B- [4 v8 p2 D3 \
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & m' ]$ `: y( z4 j. o
7 F1 k9 I$ x. I Y; `Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 Q' v7 l* W: a) ]) q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , {1 W7 y- Q* l
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 w+ n% E6 Z9 ?7 MThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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+ h' |1 R( K* \4 WNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ( R. u, K4 F1 g7 Z' v9 `$ ?. Q
How you suffered for you sanity,
% D2 |3 L7 T3 kHow you tried to set them free,
% e9 @8 s3 M1 z1 SThey would not listen they're not listening still, ) t. K5 J1 a- |! `( T. s# b7 m
Perhaps they never will. |
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