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: m& l( W; H; X, t1 H: f: aStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ b1 W) e& O* j" ? o L2 gLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 W2 N* O/ A9 O$ U/ t6 |Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! U5 f: W" B! [0 G e
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. v- E+ Q& \* S: ?) H7 PNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
" t0 i7 T6 a# _, `* @9 dHow you suffered for you sanity, 4 W! _: k5 G) ^* r$ p1 o! f$ a! n+ w
How you tried to set them free, ( E$ \5 ^: n2 m' l0 Q _, i/ a
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" v1 z7 Y) I, q6 P. ~Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " a9 Q+ M$ }" ^5 t$ C
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . b% w2 n, L( E# }$ L. o0 n
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 M) b0 V' ~) S1 cWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' k' g/ _1 T7 Z% D
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; w+ U5 C. H$ \$ W- [9 VAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 K5 j+ C8 i8 e: {1 k3 vYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 T( S( a- j0 A- ZBut I could have told you, Vincent, 2 {8 G# {: d N
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 W! X( L7 d, Q0 s" A0 a
( M9 D( M' |2 ^Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* L+ ?! D: @# MFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' K# @8 ?4 m3 ~0 w
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 s1 o! n- T+ f7 B0 H0 x IThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 {2 {5 @6 M$ G8 j& W j
7 Q+ e9 Q" `+ tNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
) C- x% v4 H2 `& A$ NHow you suffered for you sanity,
& X& d) V+ Z2 }% bHow you tried to set them free, " M7 R& r4 m$ r g8 Z# r
They would not listen they're not listening still,
( {1 H: D+ B1 J2 o& X2 q: B. }Perhaps they never will. |
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