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3 c& C ^5 b! T& lStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' M9 B$ }2 |; U/ Z0 s' V. ]
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : L; o+ i3 l" c* G1 z3 f
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: [ g1 a; Z) E' YCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; |( m6 D' D" p/ y- i9 F! r9 RNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 B' E+ `& P: G' l. lHow you suffered for you sanity,
% n* `' c4 }' fHow you tried to set them free,
8 F8 M) z/ w pThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " y5 c# H* R3 r0 W$ w4 U# ?) @
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # j8 \7 V4 J2 G! E5 P) P& T
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 @9 H7 M% i9 y7 C, O
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % r+ L9 E$ [4 B) {4 U) N: q
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 L; w% y5 P) }1 x j! Q
$ Q5 i- y7 Q* s0 d% SFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ' J; c! z k( c% D1 E5 S: Y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! v, F1 ~2 A, N w5 h/ J7 L8 T
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 P i W/ T. w ^0 [5 ?But I could have told you, Vincent, . [! z6 B0 z" ^3 p. |& I
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - W; p3 D, {1 S+ U
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" X/ W7 y) }3 @9 s4 o; @Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & u* }7 a: Z0 x2 V: f. C
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 r5 b, L e* a$ a; \
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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' W( i3 S. e+ n" n2 o1 p, K7 QNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 6 c7 |6 X+ P0 J8 s5 G- D4 V; H- t) {
How you suffered for you sanity,$ D1 H% S+ y) ~3 }9 R
How you tried to set them free, 3 t7 t C" `" S* p
They would not listen they're not listening still, 2 u+ k$ [. p" S3 b7 Q" G; s' Z
Perhaps they never will. |
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