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: b) \7 r7 M9 U) d- w* S5 `3 u$ WStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; ^7 Q0 s. f9 X
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ o! v2 y- ]. w" f5 L1 vShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& X4 T _ h/ @6 D
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 V2 {: S' p% f+ s g( s$ KNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
: W/ D! d: c9 FHow you suffered for you sanity,
5 I- D) K4 M) G0 q7 ] ?How you tried to set them free,
0 C6 a" R4 Z: |8 j4 m' ZThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * K4 \7 {+ }( ]: {
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 q9 M2 T( ^' F& ~Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 h1 a* T0 T% [8 _
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 H; Y; L1 n3 q! c) {) N" D7 ?
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( @% i9 B: q) W% c o& W
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 0 F8 x3 c5 z. z* P' v# F; C6 _: A5 t- }5 o
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 ]( Z8 _- M$ L* m$ f; yYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
" x8 ]1 v8 P7 I* w: R0 CBut I could have told you, Vincent, / E3 A- O; k* O, z5 J( e) R
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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( ]- H/ [+ }& {$ f }+ YStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ y' T0 j& [5 n4 d% qFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- o, ^! C8 b( U/ {$ j/ `! pLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # k! W5 O: q8 a" H7 C# [9 j& X
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . S9 k9 R/ ?9 q8 c& X- W' a
" b0 }% h1 S6 p4 {+ pNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, A) J/ ~% C& U% p
How you suffered for you sanity,- u/ o4 m4 \' d* p, a0 I
How you tried to set them free,
, b. @$ q3 n# PThey would not listen they're not listening still, . m# N3 G* ]7 N( L
Perhaps they never will. |
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