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) w8 {) g+ N! y' w& |5 V$ r0 dStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; X7 o% W) {9 H5 m
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , F" ^. J: Q" B1 C* F
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! ]7 b3 M V7 c8 f; g; F
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 u, N M9 H! I# I- g/ _- O
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
% v2 ~! H: ?& X6 R I2 K0 eHow you suffered for you sanity,
) d F) s& ]: p5 e; p: c- |* ~" f& fHow you tried to set them free, 2 ?" K+ ~+ v- v, f+ n% i0 u8 M
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & k# B7 u% d" d7 G& m
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; b4 `" q, n3 E1 N
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ _) a u& e: IColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; d% D# I1 j" ~, S; P. |Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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8 C: T4 @. Y+ q, b5 jFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 6 E/ {5 L- m5 E1 g4 U* v
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! o+ }& u9 _. g% q4 R" ^* @1 FYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
* n) C7 S9 V G o. X7 F* \But I could have told you, Vincent, $ J7 u4 Z' G. n: }+ _) }
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; ^0 h8 ?: y0 N4 d
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 V# n$ ]) X7 u1 G1 o, Y
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 V0 B, N) B9 d" F
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. X( w+ O% y- HThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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, r2 U% k# T8 j5 x6 U. ~Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 3 G/ Y, M5 l0 g N
How you suffered for you sanity,
* B+ i1 A1 k" T6 BHow you tried to set them free,
, E; s1 ^& F' f2 o; ~They would not listen they're not listening still, 7 z+ n$ S- B; c6 e. n: I
Perhaps they never will. |
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