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. L5 V2 M9 b c7 \Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 T" J+ h0 G: N7 j
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' l: e& g2 Y. B$ rShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) Y @- H+ }, A% l
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 b" k" G3 O5 o2 LNow I understand what you tried to say to me,' k6 N, c- L5 f- h& q
How you suffered for you sanity, 0 ?# W3 S0 m1 w+ H
How you tried to set them free, 3 s( z" E8 J6 `7 D+ z
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' z/ X [3 m, A, F( C9 BStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 s9 C6 [2 b& v6 C+ {0 U# Y0 u$ ZSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, Y3 _6 v9 v. r& J6 ]9 S+ J
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 F |2 n( s \4 C0 p& \
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * e) W& n7 l8 |! \. k
X1 b4 q2 b& A) B3 fFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 B {4 R( M0 Y2 S. R# n2 D( @Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 V% K K. Z, Q2 l
You took your life as lovers ofter do, - ~" w7 P7 ]/ I3 A, K, u
But I could have told you, Vincent,
; r& R% W: S& _* w$ uThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 I( c( Q% y6 C* s
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ v6 Y- o- Q8 | o6 K/ Z; LLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& j+ j1 h' Q z! a" j9 yThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 M5 J d, S! p0 a
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
, E& b8 j% Y/ r6 a, o/ C5 dHow you suffered for you sanity,0 M# j5 }1 R. B% {& D4 p- h3 _2 G
How you tried to set them free, " v- T. t& r6 }8 n( ` E/ m: Y. Q
They would not listen they're not listening still, " X' ]$ }3 ~$ s ~, g, S
Perhaps they never will. |
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