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0 }- N$ y9 j, Q9 u& |Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 T6 h; d5 c5 G% b$ M% LLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% T' Q6 j; p a/ x+ FShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 Y C6 u3 N/ X/ [, w! R
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 ~7 O2 K0 D/ e; ~4 M M9 ~
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,3 e) e; P: N2 k. `/ W
How you suffered for you sanity, [3 e/ P5 }* o0 M. {: w
How you tried to set them free,
3 p" \% e' X* E+ s& I W9 B, [They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" z+ R7 D3 ?& H" cStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 ~1 Y$ v0 g5 ~# a3 R: A+ RSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : C% u, `) ^) Z; c+ H
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 J- H K2 K y$ u
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! |* m" D( h6 g4 a3 F- l. p$ n
' N8 _% z0 ?8 sFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, t3 c( X5 s, }8 K, J1 b& E
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& r, g2 ~! i$ s, e* z L4 _( JYou took your life as lovers ofter do, % }- p7 ^- Y! k/ c. r0 N/ [) C
But I could have told you, Vincent, + t+ g1 h, t4 q0 y% w/ E
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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& k. X+ V! c* E1 d. Q& [, u3 yStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / }( T! k. g; e; z' L' g! z/ M
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + T# g A% Z' E" q K2 H; P
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* C4 y: i0 p8 N1 Z$ s/ O0 IThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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& q& \# M7 m7 n4 VNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" j- B' h8 ~3 o b" [6 }How you suffered for you sanity,
9 d. B& @1 m7 @8 y/ o" tHow you tried to set them free, 2 m) ?+ O" p2 ]) u& x' {* k+ X% H7 a
They would not listen they're not listening still, 0 G Z/ @! q) P3 p4 k$ m
Perhaps they never will. |
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