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7 p; a9 g q9 y6 p6 g% UStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - @; l; {3 n+ n) c1 k1 b6 k
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; w Q$ m# p2 o& e S, `# F
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 C* }( C% }& W0 g
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) ?0 w( y/ K1 G4 Y- Q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 ?; s% x; G ?( M/ H1 QHow you suffered for you sanity, # s2 I- r8 T a1 f2 I
How you tried to set them free, 3 s* b- [: h6 E) Y0 Q4 I. z+ p" E
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* x5 y2 ?( ]6 ^Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) D3 F5 \6 ?! Z- {- r! V' x$ oSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 y% V, H/ q9 n" Q, QColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 b' i5 s7 S0 Q. bWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 b+ Y$ p k$ c" g8 m" A5 t# q
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
& G0 M* z$ W% r0 PAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 x/ Z9 {% A( \, `' }
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
; C- H. q' @( b: Y3 W7 lBut I could have told you, Vincent,
) W+ C. x5 @& E9 _This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' ?( f- M9 S7 K
2 }2 U6 M7 c6 @2 l. D) H' C/ pStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, g) @" \, r; i
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: S& b, C' j/ i. A5 R3 o! g9 [Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 y7 b. q6 N& N* [0 S, A! @% s- tThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 M" a% x2 R( h0 E5 P; y5 x$ D
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ I6 T4 S1 ]& y% R3 L
How you suffered for you sanity,+ G0 v9 v: p; s& `* `% m- B, T" R
How you tried to set them free, ! u+ I: H! ]# M8 Q
They would not listen they're not listening still,
' U: Y' x- ]$ S% k4 W! s8 [Perhaps they never will. |
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