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2 l9 `; A: j2 m f8 o# vStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 o2 ~* {2 T n5 m
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . s, j7 \# D! P
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 c3 N1 ?, M, }+ N( `) wCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
h7 V) {" ]. X0 {" [Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
( ]. m7 H( I3 `3 |" O- g8 w8 pHow you suffered for you sanity,
( b' I& y4 Q8 V5 P- BHow you tried to set them free, 5 G# }- u/ |# T4 F1 P
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 H+ H4 m) P0 W& K+ p: Q- G9 K# xStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& i/ C9 Y! V% `9 B: tSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, # e. j. \% n% L! L2 W
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ o2 _# a* Y$ [' \7 N
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 m1 n+ @3 X, [- s; Q2 a! [5 ]
0 _8 n# f. a5 _4 }6 j/ X, }; ZFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
& W2 p1 e( m$ n( }7 I7 `Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " h7 J G9 X" _. |; l0 m+ Z$ B
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ) }. r- ]6 t3 S4 u/ G
But I could have told you, Vincent,
7 m b& c; b/ u! r2 W1 x$ _This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( n( m& k( S4 ~/ c+ o
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 h9 h; W! M4 N j# yFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # ]7 _0 V8 l* {% \5 s
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: U* W5 X$ D9 Y Z' N5 OThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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0 c7 c& B/ C/ c' @$ a- SNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, % B u* h: U- E/ ?8 [# h" s) q$ d
How you suffered for you sanity,: ?+ \. |+ b8 ~7 b6 m
How you tried to set them free, - y" W* S* ~! K# N, l
They would not listen they're not listening still, 1 c" G% Z6 X% f ~6 l1 G
Perhaps they never will. |
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