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" z. W6 k9 G$ g6 \6 l( k, ^Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 \1 h( {' `; H' L9 I3 L% E1 S3 L3 `# M
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ ?7 j2 ^& ]# W7 f! N* QShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
F6 ~5 r8 {! PCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * y# T% D5 V3 B1 G5 @8 ~: Q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,) v/ I* i) f0 f; M' C
How you suffered for you sanity,
" l, j% ?" m: B. |' I( [2 jHow you tried to set them free,
- _/ {5 D9 [" T6 n1 qThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 s1 n7 E/ z \5 M3 zStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + c4 q( z X9 t* [% X6 }/ Y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; M4 V/ d8 n" ?8 gColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " Z5 O( k- _% l, Q( f* k3 O
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : q) m1 N8 h" H( A. R( y2 |
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 U- Z: s! M6 xAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& w2 n( E1 a) N* sYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 q: e6 B, |' L( X) M9 B8 V+ C4 n i; J
But I could have told you, Vincent, $ b$ k6 X- K1 O0 T
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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1 E0 `+ l# N' V8 z$ S& xStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / a1 n2 T4 Z |8 @2 F+ H3 Z" d& ~' v
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - f# z' j3 w3 P0 K5 [% N
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! t% j/ d* } m) N+ OThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , g, \1 d- f# @4 V0 q9 ?/ D4 U
$ s O6 ^2 B, `5 C9 I5 QNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' Q. U$ N# D% \4 sHow you suffered for you sanity,' F4 u' q: G7 `& @; F4 ~) L
How you tried to set them free, 0 X. r* H' U5 C
They would not listen they're not listening still, - r3 W' t1 L0 Z. x
Perhaps they never will. |
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