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% y1 J2 m+ Y( S! V. H3 p8 BStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 c4 M0 H, \# [& DLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * c5 P6 O* F! g
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! _ Y1 a+ l" E8 Q: s) }Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + K9 _& _ J" Z, }* G
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
, I, t$ q, T1 s9 w9 k& @# a1 i0 @( eHow you suffered for you sanity, 6 H. M9 }( v5 f
How you tried to set them free, ' Q" r0 m& E) q, P3 B- T
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ @, W. Y+ f$ w$ ^Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 W6 R2 w) J8 \1 f: U
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + K: x7 I {9 x* m2 F T
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 f3 h: s/ a3 _6 G, h. ^* ?( _
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) I' x9 z$ r) _, L- o* j: U) w
- u# h; Z/ f, q+ z: o# QFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
" ?8 J! `8 ]9 p" z: ]Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 E, K2 l4 M5 ?2 k, q; yYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
- t% _& ]( S9 W) v8 v, LBut I could have told you, Vincent, ( |6 ?& ~) f* F: d. c6 m* ?0 }
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & x; G9 z4 V1 A Q3 C
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) E9 }7 w) j, o9 J3 v/ x0 |$ `
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! R9 |1 l8 U, h) K5 q9 K* W9 _0 ^* a
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ w [. }9 x7 ]4 C, Y' r- F
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! Q) i6 o Y3 z# n3 Z: y
8 |, y% ^6 K; F. g. D) x S# M& kNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 ]# W, Y0 `/ y% ^4 y9 a9 l
How you suffered for you sanity,+ G$ q. [! h ?* I$ i
How you tried to set them free,
, n: e0 u- h0 x9 J2 r. `, q2 t; RThey would not listen they're not listening still,
7 [/ I" x6 g1 FPerhaps they never will. |
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