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4 e I. H7 W6 ?0 H; M s4 ]9 oStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % M9 ?6 j$ s4 g2 w# Z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. M# D: \; s, @3 |; l: v) v qShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 e3 H) |- R; @* E# W/ }% ^; |Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' b, X2 y/ G' K+ n
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
* r v: ~0 s$ R7 nHow you suffered for you sanity,
. z0 L( x) J) oHow you tried to set them free, : [ `7 K' u% X) x0 w
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . h$ Z, @/ o& R9 V& h k2 x3 |. D
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 I: ^- B# e: e% Y( L2 I+ H
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * T& @; y7 `! M' A# H/ n7 }8 w
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 O- _ F) U, S5 xWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 q( ~( n- F' q; j5 }- N
; l! J7 B8 U' XFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, $ H3 u1 f; I6 A
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 |' v% ^& y: h/ u) b: {
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
F% |& K `' o, A$ p) oBut I could have told you, Vincent, & F4 Z j7 y0 S7 |! m
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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( H) c: M* |0 N9 ]( _! L8 Y) O3 rStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . n/ H7 `- x; w, b
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
?6 j6 |) W5 u+ m, qLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! C) ^9 b) a9 [+ i) K( L& NThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 L' ]+ d! n4 i2 d6 c8 x
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 2 F% N% V, i* c1 c3 K
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 s) }0 Q% o- o5 J0 \! H5 h8 @' UHow you tried to set them free,
) @' q) E6 U7 n; f( XThey would not listen they're not listening still, 2 L6 R% j: `# N+ M; X; H
Perhaps they never will. |
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