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. o3 y% ^1 U' FStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) H% S, `4 ?, P+ p. L
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( [" {+ f; R( b' z6 ?4 x. UShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; ~* @- m2 }+ w: O- c# D$ eCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# m" g- d9 w6 Z( TNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
' \" D' v$ _7 |+ hHow you suffered for you sanity, 8 t" Z3 W0 h" k0 b4 y1 x. B
How you tried to set them free,
; X; i6 u, l) F& b3 `1 H5 E( A: XThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 V2 }* r8 A, b( lStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 M4 M$ F, K6 v; S; y3 Y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 [1 Z. q; S0 t/ R8 p9 rColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % k" r4 `" @- W' s8 z3 C0 s/ n
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : O/ Y" I- N1 \8 ?/ [. o' H% ^( N# e# M
' F4 O x3 ^- s, R1 FFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
3 l% l# G3 h- @' R! y5 a# X& CAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 g& ]; Z( w3 R* V0 B. v
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
) S9 ~- h+ g* RBut I could have told you, Vincent, % _! U9 i3 l9 D8 ] b
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 s+ M6 F+ a; c" l
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : H9 D6 N3 k# n- I9 i
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 i8 U7 } K1 E6 [' U/ qThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " Y! P1 l U o( H' }
6 {5 g# ^$ R+ WNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
2 v7 v. A/ }7 g* |/ z1 I7 V1 @How you suffered for you sanity,
$ y/ e$ |5 ]+ t' XHow you tried to set them free,
3 n8 X( j* N( \, [) A" W! d( ZThey would not listen they're not listening still, ( I/ }! a6 x8 S) ?
Perhaps they never will. |
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