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3 d6 M+ A9 s6 w/ b/ m9 x4 u" QStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 `9 h" Q6 {8 L3 B) j7 zLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
U9 }3 s# L8 c4 |3 x4 cShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ f. j. J+ Q* A- {7 T$ d5 T
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : z$ u4 b9 E) A6 z" Y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 ^' D' n0 G" { _How you suffered for you sanity,
r" d2 u: o" i; Q8 n$ \$ VHow you tried to set them free, F; J4 M2 T2 }2 H! A! z: X6 ?
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & D! k2 c5 P5 J, h
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) d! j. ]3 F0 |
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 E7 e" l% [% S- H% {/ b' [% l
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 ?: A3 ]5 {" m! c/ o- H
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 r3 d, Y$ A. z, x+ M0 F) E
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 4 R. U* L! }- j# J+ F. D! F
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' B4 L, ]- D3 v2 P8 l8 E* |5 EYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
; e1 y; ~# B0 s8 {6 k8 D2 eBut I could have told you, Vincent,
# J8 P7 e" I/ E' D& l0 K0 |This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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- J" _2 r; U9 o! g) n, iStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 e1 ~: s$ G4 s# i" U, ~: K! S
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # R: Y$ `' H8 B; q# O
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; r) P4 x: w& MThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 }: W( j) A& D0 M) q" ^/ H
' ^% l) ~- q- }% \% b' x, C' gNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, - ]% m' I6 C! Z9 \5 a" b
How you suffered for you sanity,
' S6 E/ t: ?3 g' n3 X4 J- F% H6 c: bHow you tried to set them free,
/ z$ c- A" C$ ^: bThey would not listen they're not listening still, : Q' F$ K$ k/ A8 c
Perhaps they never will. |
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