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, n0 t& l# R( M5 Q! O( f8 g9 q1 CStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 \* m0 Y& |5 j0 f3 ^
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 R+ {' ]+ U& H+ w) R: ]) p
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* a2 q: d" j; T, P7 F& p/ L2 ?- p) ICatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + q) o9 a1 J' }$ W
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,; T( W9 v; Y; P) s ]
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ P( F* b" W! V. HHow you tried to set them free, . u$ O: K1 } x. I7 n
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 O9 z' w3 v) T" ^* M5 n3 R' H( j
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " Y1 d% T$ Z: o
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . \. c8 A$ y8 b
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : C0 E; t4 f6 z0 b$ d
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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- t1 ~+ i# Z5 x8 ~, hFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 0 O2 N* c' [) q4 K* \- {
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( T3 q4 O O% J5 K9 _$ U. AYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 o2 w( f; G; z. y% G
But I could have told you, Vincent,
5 @6 A% G: I4 tThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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+ \, }0 W$ }# Y0 f8 r' D, RStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- ~" E; @+ \ z" p" K% dFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ J! s4 B! x8 r; x! T$ O- l* I6 O
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 s+ K. w) ?9 e1 ]. G6 oThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + ]+ Y6 c; b* D, @
& @, E7 s$ C1 Z! e+ l8 ^% Q% KNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
7 Z+ `) S' y8 s' `How you suffered for you sanity,
6 C; S* s' L0 [/ hHow you tried to set them free,
4 c4 T1 J9 {: V; ^# \# KThey would not listen they're not listening still, + `. U; N% n8 ~
Perhaps they never will. |
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