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0 t4 P% U, m' L5 qStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , p* [* `6 F' @- v9 z t3 U. ?7 O m
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& E; C7 p/ O& [5 _* `Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' V. M B/ \' a9 dCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : b2 v8 a4 e$ Z6 H1 G$ b
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
. ~' K$ y1 Q, e6 a$ b( u5 a. wHow you suffered for you sanity, . W2 T! T! z' U6 |5 ?' Y! o0 W; X4 r
How you tried to set them free,
) G9 v; d V8 X+ H- i% M7 G8 d0 qThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* K/ m6 ?( m+ xStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- b4 q$ t$ E" {/ a) r w4 cSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : n% Z" T% V: Q' s w
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# V" G9 c2 G4 v3 ]8 G0 FWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % k1 D, X/ ~0 J* j9 p- ~5 X( ]
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ( m" M* F ^4 \
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 p; R6 e( K- s* x- |! _* SYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ y$ {' J' d* V. @+ w ^7 |6 F9 SBut I could have told you, Vincent, 4 e( X9 }8 M. f. U- s8 q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( O0 s8 E b3 V% x0 b
2 q1 h0 a5 z) e: u0 Y$ RStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / I" \& h* r$ y
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. V3 {" ^1 S2 K, P* m5 N0 N) @# y6 Y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) B% S) P2 p# Q
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 b( q3 x p2 D4 x
4 F0 v, K2 Z& c( SNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, U5 R$ p% Y2 S7 w" J
How you suffered for you sanity,3 Z) Q: T5 _# ?0 S
How you tried to set them free,
$ n6 r# {; G1 Y# IThey would not listen they're not listening still,
1 S2 M% J" r: h7 p( R& S0 q7 UPerhaps they never will. |
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