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; F6 d, [/ _4 X- GStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( L; B8 i3 H' }4 I; _$ g
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 i1 p6 v& {7 M1 o, d
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. @; p2 b5 ~3 k) s/ q- I. R2 J
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- w( A& S$ r8 _2 b5 C4 ]" j" p" E1 sNow I understand what you tried to say to me,9 f0 l* t, P% h+ b3 h# D8 N
How you suffered for you sanity, $ @" Y( V; W8 N1 A/ Z1 Q, t
How you tried to set them free, ' C& d, |' H5 D6 I/ U
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 v1 K2 j0 m" P; v' |
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 l; F4 l5 o8 m9 F
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" B* j, ^& |+ P+ t' @! k4 Q% c' WColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 R" u- B0 k! BWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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7 _( f" V m* l4 ^$ {For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
4 N2 t! R* Y: k8 `Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) I _, ]& m# p6 Y# f: KYou took your life as lovers ofter do, / q7 H* c5 u& Z) D/ D- i I
But I could have told you, Vincent,
! o# k) e3 Z+ `2 UThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! g$ E- h& v6 CFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ ^ S# t/ Y& p6 o) k" ~1 bLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; I5 y& A1 A( X' j7 U1 aThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; l6 G/ r4 w9 T& y4 T2 l9 i
% @1 q3 C m* s3 ]' i4 Q$ SNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
+ S/ |0 v/ U) f+ `3 f7 OHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 ?. e4 C y; {! B$ V+ J( tHow you tried to set them free, 2 v8 z/ Z" `0 X d4 r; O3 j, Z) M% s
They would not listen they're not listening still, 5 f8 P: c& t5 R* f c8 o) a+ ?
Perhaps they never will. |
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