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* P- O! ]! ^7 X5 x7 J, F RStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, ]5 g- h) u; {+ y! ^ l" OLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 [, m, R& L; e
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) k1 U1 B1 k, n0 d2 b- A, U
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , |8 {$ G' y8 ?
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,# L3 n l5 a/ n2 [9 g3 z
How you suffered for you sanity, ' x' m1 o# F; X8 q% S
How you tried to set them free,
* |& Z9 k8 }( {They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, `3 |" {3 M. W( S" `! oStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 E# v0 @. m7 zSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & q; @6 x5 X7 _" e3 E+ a- Q; Z
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 k0 c' X$ c+ w; [Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 `- O; X- k5 `, j9 Y( o1 B0 f* d
" M* c: ?4 ~" S+ [7 H$ }/ UFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
4 P0 l) n+ v8 X# V% e+ S4 tAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ ^$ s6 X$ a3 u4 m+ B
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 M$ I6 ^+ [1 v% z% HBut I could have told you, Vincent,
. b2 B+ f+ f9 C( pThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 l, H, \ Y- y2 K
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + E8 h' u2 a; u; X. W8 A
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 f3 q8 E- U) w- E( o, H$ k& _$ v
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( |- T/ D( F1 X: m
) x1 k9 R, {- |9 H2 a8 q+ VNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
s4 q: B# x! S- D& C/ kHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 L# V7 ~& f/ r X2 T( Z2 q9 ^* dHow you tried to set them free,
7 n' w f: @1 m J0 e: TThey would not listen they're not listening still, ) }4 k2 T N/ o! p
Perhaps they never will. |
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