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: x0 I+ z$ G0 }4 ?5 X$ Z* |# _Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 h5 p) _6 q, P n0 C! k) J. qLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 e: V* L( @, p S2 y- E: NShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: o' j, q* `, D4 c9 T/ z# s4 fCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * N6 u* d$ r( Z5 i& i/ h
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,( c" F: ]- f5 V1 b' W$ v! Q
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ o* q* Q$ \, a% bHow you tried to set them free, . F5 b( g( O! q. K
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * d# u6 X8 R; m% r- r3 [$ z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . C2 j; y0 E6 M" W2 z8 ~
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 o% |8 d9 l" y9 S9 j
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ k" X0 S) v0 O: I( qWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 ?; m$ P& @, F3 s0 J/ _9 n
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 2 B: q0 G' h; D
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 J6 a6 a3 u o4 h% [. l/ ?+ yYou took your life as lovers ofter do, , |" o7 a# y, S, J+ h
But I could have told you, Vincent,
2 g9 y/ a o: BThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / L( o2 B: z6 V, L. Y# c* h
* M$ i/ ?$ X4 r1 Z- oStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 z0 e5 _+ T# Y; o \+ w
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 C, `& W* _' o7 G5 {* aLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' Y5 F9 \ U9 t. `+ A; {: ?% wThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , j) S4 ~# s. \# g- N
, h9 A" e5 @7 ?% e1 R! [' a, DNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, & `, g. t- V* w& D4 ?7 L6 k5 _+ m
How you suffered for you sanity,
; Q7 U) {* O9 b7 o: r9 G. ?How you tried to set them free, : b: g S' j- R
They would not listen they're not listening still,
3 ~2 K2 k: i) J# m, E: b# l- OPerhaps they never will. |
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