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3 T% o6 A, o% M% O6 N4 WStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & I4 {: ?+ g2 e) }% b; T2 ~
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 x, X( v6 {# h/ D% tShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! M* o# ]8 Y2 m
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + u' `3 }& [4 c5 Y7 _
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 i( I8 P( L ~; ~$ CHow you suffered for you sanity, ! I6 {3 `% H& ~4 l# b" f
How you tried to set them free,
l3 B% A+ b! y4 O0 U9 |/ KThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 g& e5 x( I: F* V, {2 O! ~
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( A% E5 d3 c/ j0 lSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; l4 j$ [1 {6 KColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 C: `3 Q) l7 D6 Q9 g8 }# n
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. y* T5 k% ` [ {! e c7 U
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, / `+ V. S) o; Z' g+ J+ j8 p0 i
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- v7 b' T2 C" W" C& C( xYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 }. f4 I4 B6 E# a
But I could have told you, Vincent,
; Z$ G: Q7 G3 y J/ u( T" V% d/ aThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / E1 P2 [- `. n& W: ]
/ f& X" W. Y# s G: IStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ T/ H* H! x6 B* ?Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : q" y/ h$ j k
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) q7 X1 X' J6 J" p1 M3 ~( G
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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; ~: I$ `* l1 v6 zNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" K0 A) z- u7 K) r+ t9 c& n* IHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ B. j$ w) V u4 H8 S2 T2 PHow you tried to set them free,
! S! |0 ?" w- i8 QThey would not listen they're not listening still, & D/ y. z: o x d2 g5 o, m
Perhaps they never will. |
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