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a; p2 [/ S: {& d! H6 \4 F$ GStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 [: B, [/ _! J' j1 w$ e: D
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
) R+ c( k$ |7 G, v- ]! Y2 R& h; O) ?' k- gShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: C. H" e1 Z* U+ M& e( ^- }Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 @* ]' J8 N4 n9 t3 INow I understand what you tried to say to me,! N' I7 X, Q4 d( m( @
How you suffered for you sanity, # R% K" s4 I( C' r% G- j) q
How you tried to set them free, , g) `0 {* C s! P' l: ]
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . d+ z$ m: f: O3 z4 y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, X! x0 `0 E' O, z9 N% S$ P
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 V" f" l5 ?; o$ r; \
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; m2 u( n* B0 F' A, j2 d. Y. F
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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7 v) \1 ^( h, [; }' l* i, YFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, : B1 j- h- Y) u8 r7 Y& U' {# {
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( s& ]4 C5 E- ~5 v- A
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 `) I/ l: C n$ Z
But I could have told you, Vincent, + J5 i% z1 R/ r2 D \3 C
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 F4 s+ [4 @% b* ]: B. h' e
8 D8 c( V" Y5 e; a$ m8 UStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % ^1 x5 n! d5 ], H. G% i
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 K3 O3 @) @' e' z, o6 Z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, _' a; v; a, Y4 `; b# ^& r( @/ v
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - W% v! R; ?7 u+ h9 E
, N& X- {$ o& I5 ^* l$ DNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' j1 U& z5 n3 ^How you suffered for you sanity,9 r; X( E/ ?; b# g; k' p3 t
How you tried to set them free, ( q A3 g$ _1 ?$ R
They would not listen they're not listening still, # ~& _# u4 R0 Y- B5 ~4 c
Perhaps they never will. |
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