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( I8 E( p- m0 P3 B! QStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 R% s) C4 S, N' H9 A
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 P* J7 b8 l* @ S
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' d. F4 o! C6 W, Y" r$ K+ x
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. @3 _8 h3 v D5 L# p9 u% ENow I understand what you tried to say to me,2 h5 X- i! T$ s, p$ v0 T; W
How you suffered for you sanity,
) ]% b9 L0 Z; L5 _ tHow you tried to set them free,
3 n: j( y i" U( v4 iThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 E6 h# W* i3 [! y+ z- o# f
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ z# V: I* G. U6 h; mSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 }* }6 a5 m1 I4 D# i6 k) x
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & y& K4 C! C1 s1 Z
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 |8 G0 o% \; |# c; o" K, D
7 y; b7 ~4 s/ }6 I2 i3 M$ \For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 3 \, s( V! J) n6 J' k7 L- s0 `2 N9 w
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: t( H0 r' d; f% yYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 ^7 p% p) Z- H6 n+ E {
But I could have told you, Vincent, 3 g* U+ ?, L$ q; b
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% @ r! K/ H H( z7 QFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( Q' q9 j) o% i& J! i- p2 P$ Z, tLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 3 m: u3 {" l4 R+ y9 q
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
L# F6 l K K7 O" l$ R; ^# |2 ^3 M1 vHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 S4 ~/ J' \! v$ R) R: o7 NHow you tried to set them free, w( F- F2 R3 u% q- P& f. c: W' v
They would not listen they're not listening still, l5 [' d8 V/ I3 F5 b: }; w# ~
Perhaps they never will. |
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