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5 a9 H$ |; @4 V4 b6 Z7 pStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - k: y1 ^! d7 e0 h- Y! a* V/ C' W
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, V! X" T$ \ t4 i
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: y# ?1 W' g0 r2 o4 `# A
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: s( _2 k# y9 _' W0 {2 O* f5 YNow I understand what you tried to say to me,3 u( w- h7 a% Y6 F/ J
How you suffered for you sanity, / g+ t( m; F+ k q- q, ]( {
How you tried to set them free, / D, V v6 q( W4 e% _$ J$ Q0 `1 V
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" w7 C3 \& B- t- V8 CStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: v; ^% P$ |* J# ]. q5 O6 aSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! v# c, l8 U5 T4 S- Y# P
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - w# R: ^* v& M, o/ V& k1 P' M
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 I9 |# E3 T3 s$ Q4 R
* x3 R- \: I9 j, \1 l IFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
& u; t$ v- v/ x/ }4 I1 IAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * A9 n2 F: u& s3 W! F) f
You took your life as lovers ofter do, $ s0 I. X. ]3 M7 s8 ^3 K A/ H
But I could have told you, Vincent,
0 W( |- a! l6 L [7 A) ?$ EThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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" E0 g8 i3 ?' P ?9 mStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; E" D) z7 b& J% SFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 K1 \* f H1 o3 C( k6 k
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! p5 z, ^' H" [( m. \3 \ ~The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; ^( U/ F0 Q+ |* J
How you suffered for you sanity,4 W; \( {; \- Y0 o% d2 \4 D
How you tried to set them free, 2 G: P6 K2 V) I6 O! ~. l( i
They would not listen they're not listening still, 3 }+ w$ H7 e9 ?
Perhaps they never will. |
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