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9 Q" ^; s) }7 t% ?5 rStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! Z7 z- F. E3 M5 Z, V
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! p [. w: ^( `' \1 `" HShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! C& Y' O. P2 d) b% X0 XCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! \# y1 ^& ^; N& mNow I understand what you tried to say to me,, @9 L) h4 e( Q
How you suffered for you sanity,
t2 X' W: G+ w pHow you tried to set them free, 4 ]& O" j+ |1 k- b4 r- U
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* B3 w. R: E5 ZStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 S) @ }: v9 W9 t. ~Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( t i& E5 j8 e# [9 G
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* C$ {$ k3 x9 R4 B& C9 A8 IWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , u: N1 l( G$ v7 C/ t
" c& h+ m! E! S, F% Y3 S1 q+ a8 UFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, " ^- c" P% V! i6 o x( V2 S
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : @$ g7 R5 x1 i9 p. i
You took your life as lovers ofter do, # z7 G2 u5 Q+ F
But I could have told you, Vincent,
1 m- D- G0 X8 l7 [9 h% ?8 d+ HThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # n9 ~7 L4 i3 A1 f, e2 p: P
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 g5 p [1 q- n7 l! L3 y
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 k* }- z. f |& ]3 V% e
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' Y5 n7 X* R; \3 }' J( P
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! E# d5 _, [# p% y) O
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
* h% B: E8 H' }& D QHow you suffered for you sanity,3 f. B; }) L% o# S4 w6 b( M; z
How you tried to set them free, " d7 E8 {5 d \: Z
They would not listen they're not listening still,
M" g& @, @( @ V. T3 V& @Perhaps they never will. |
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