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5 g. ^1 s) _* G% qStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / ^- _0 }% ~8 y. q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& T5 g% z0 _# g1 r4 q/ A! bShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- ^8 f/ N3 b2 QCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
S; p3 V* _& s ?Now I understand what you tried to say to me,/ H4 h$ V- f* u0 Y+ b! J9 {. R: R
How you suffered for you sanity,
% T2 N& J9 @: m7 H( a/ THow you tried to set them free,
: |8 z1 y: t% Y/ IThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 A3 A7 s# t/ {/ n3 }Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 X/ P# H9 D) f: Q1 M) c/ f, H
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : J+ D% ~7 `1 K o- t: n' D( Z
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- C! H& l( D! M- m5 j6 sWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( L& J& O* ~5 X2 I
" { n9 `5 p+ @' G6 nFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, " }( `4 O- c& [
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. a* o3 G2 A/ n& ]1 dYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ O& U) Y& e% ]8 ], [& gBut I could have told you, Vincent,
# \6 G Q( o4 z" @This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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5 P* A6 c. j& k% _1 |, }Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, T& c i0 i8 _9 K. BFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* E) n# }' n3 `& X mLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & R( K& D5 X& q u& q9 H6 [, K
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 J" E% a1 _; T( j7 ?' ]
2 N K6 l, |" B/ l6 d" b Q' `Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' `/ q4 j+ b _4 z1 |0 W2 ZHow you suffered for you sanity,0 D: R! n# @" T7 f% v7 c0 n3 R" [
How you tried to set them free,
+ k ?- Y! w. N3 u8 wThey would not listen they're not listening still, 6 W4 l% l; r9 e0 E L0 `3 B
Perhaps they never will. |
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