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! |- W# ]0 e" T" O0 x; ^" CStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! K2 I' r Z+ X
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 I$ e% k# U$ o
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% V' f# o& U) a cCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , J( p3 g8 k2 z$ E$ p0 ]% I
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,; n; m( g6 x& X
How you suffered for you sanity, ' C2 x4 Q. U8 Y* a) {
How you tried to set them free,
, E+ Y4 S1 w2 E \. L& n; c" NThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 e0 c- L7 _; `4 hStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # i) f# x9 w) i+ S2 t3 d
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 N0 k$ y8 c4 @$ ?/ H2 t
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
~: c. ?* H- {, N5 t8 MWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) I; t/ [5 p3 l% Q6 K1 {* Y
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 0 U2 @* n$ l) O4 o2 ^* j( I1 }* w3 ?
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ Q5 [5 q {# e! B! s4 O$ yYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
, U. t: W% P5 z0 f" x# HBut I could have told you, Vincent, $ @/ B) M9 l3 C" M- k4 ?0 k: b
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - A( e! K1 z$ X9 a5 B0 F
0 O! s0 h3 }0 u: I6 E# ~' Y5 rStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: X2 f8 `) S/ R$ o* J# E: \Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" m/ l. N9 i; Y+ t% }( `Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - r% q) [. t1 R( ^. R, J
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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, V. d3 i9 @$ l E* K0 y7 ~: y# ONow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
4 F; [& a2 ~( W# I6 d" zHow you suffered for you sanity,
0 _' z2 v4 ]* u& K3 qHow you tried to set them free,
4 O- g0 S7 f s, q/ R0 XThey would not listen they're not listening still,
( n V/ p" U/ ]) y2 N" ^3 yPerhaps they never will. |
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