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: ^5 ]8 \' p* U) T9 I( `Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + h4 v' d) A. \, E
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 `$ _7 l& x4 }' O
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& I* x \; N3 ]; C8 [9 k! U1 xCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( H% b% S$ e8 A2 q1 ~
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 Q8 S# A% D8 Y+ oHow you suffered for you sanity, 8 l. q) ? `: y$ q; w$ K" \
How you tried to set them free, 3 k( T' {- E- c. w1 _8 a: b
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* X" D- G+ e0 ]. n2 o( ~" RStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, % Q4 U8 w6 G4 y9 _3 A
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 M: @1 z9 R9 B( c3 A+ g
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 p7 l5 @; O$ c; h1 @3 Y/ a8 F
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " a3 W" _1 a" O! W; }
" e- l, n' b! {6 C. l5 D0 ?For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 ]7 A1 b* e' M+ N. wAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. n0 V! k1 H# T1 ^) mYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
; M- A9 {- @- q% P! U7 o. yBut I could have told you, Vincent, 6 C( n) s# C2 _% U7 P- y# z) g
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; [: {5 \& n+ ?. x* [0 u+ F$ j5 }% X
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 b) N7 U4 i, v1 z" M
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- w1 R+ L1 N' [Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ Q; R0 M5 y9 G; p" SThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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/ e+ s6 ~: y( x) W/ X( QNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, : P+ ?/ {; |, m- I7 n4 s! @# T
How you suffered for you sanity,+ j0 B/ B" Z1 w" v& j9 |
How you tried to set them free, # O" v9 w- y, q Z1 J1 Q
They would not listen they're not listening still, 8 d* ?% i: k2 f3 \: x3 h+ y
Perhaps they never will. |
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