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% ^3 P3 [; n Z$ d' Q8 ^8 AStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) V: ?/ y" z0 r) ILook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 D# j0 B! t- e6 r- R9 |Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," M, m# q/ Y! O$ `3 m; S
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& ]9 D& M5 f- }5 w/ Z& q: ?) HNow I understand what you tried to say to me,2 _+ z- X6 F4 h3 p# H& _1 u* B4 L
How you suffered for you sanity, ' g: p* e1 U$ M' x& A4 o* H
How you tried to set them free,
# T7 A7 e" C: x. }9 PThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% P( Q! E: y8 k# ~; [( QStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 {) m+ H7 Y- p/ Y6 M* H2 a
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , i2 C: s& _' W0 [; u
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% m3 C! ?% b4 F$ q. A% @Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
1 S! F- a2 [0 I4 k, W6 q5 cAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & U( N9 r( t3 S; R
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 E5 v9 ?" v' t/ j) u3 R. S
But I could have told you, Vincent,
: ]* q* l6 a# D" DThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! P2 g4 a0 ?! y
' A1 F( A* L- hStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
6 h9 e7 }! r" Y D: V8 eFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 R7 F& H# k, B J* ^0 k
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * N( c9 S% Y" y" v9 z$ N
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! ^9 B2 @) p- l9 r# M
How you suffered for you sanity,2 b" }+ z% l3 G' L
How you tried to set them free, & h5 ]8 l5 O" u r" J( S
They would not listen they're not listening still, : Z: e! p& O! ~. b1 I" i
Perhaps they never will. |
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