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/ n1 }- A& |' t1 S2 {# K, GStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % n3 d \. H( u y
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: x- S( t# u9 NShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- H& y+ X) g+ ]/ D3 |' g
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 g: A4 P* Y" g$ R8 |& t7 GNow I understand what you tried to say to me,- n1 V2 F) k8 A: `# G
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 k% @# y2 }; ^ F; DHow you tried to set them free,
4 Q4 b5 e, Q1 F0 F+ yThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . `8 n% f% Y3 t6 K
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ C" H4 _0 x: K/ v' K/ |! JSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 R8 K& a: S3 q4 W. r. Y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 }% F9 `. y& a3 B9 M" fWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 O, c0 W( U( Y3 B) T4 h3 D
2 t$ ]* v, _# n/ I- jFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, # K1 R7 r- c F6 {1 y6 Y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 M- X5 X( G" @, {+ J$ H2 W
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
H5 W3 v! m2 EBut I could have told you, Vincent,
" r7 H2 t* B; {/ M6 j. ^! U& | vThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: c$ y) N3 z4 g- jFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ W4 Z5 L5 z7 z2 i+ I2 HLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, ~4 B* a9 l3 m* |The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 V, P7 {$ P6 F/ S
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, # u: y" U- T$ G" E2 t }% ]9 X
How you suffered for you sanity,* g) | ~! f9 n: u) u w- v5 s
How you tried to set them free, / J% Z- n: w# L4 U5 }; `9 l d
They would not listen they're not listening still,
( @9 f. a; Z3 T" F6 DPerhaps they never will. |
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