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3 O8 h" k/ d5 g$ M$ B, _& z) ~; NStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # f! V/ ]( t- R' |7 B9 [: D
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& f) Q O* F, b( M$ h' hShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
w5 c q. b1 O" U! Z; b0 O# XCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " }+ B: ]3 I; E' i
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
}; i) G, ^& H+ E/ ZHow you suffered for you sanity, X4 f9 T" ?5 v
How you tried to set them free,
: \5 s) i3 R3 T( |8 a! G$ c B/ j6 SThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 B: A Z9 d- L' `! r. qStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! Y! v9 G5 }8 c$ A0 {! sSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / D/ S9 X( D! f; L' K% O9 U' m& }
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 j9 p5 Y( t& ~* Y. ]4 G8 yWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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% D! C; S& U* B, T7 vFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, # _8 N7 m4 Q5 M: \
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# ?: d. B- i2 e1 n( \" f5 bYou took your life as lovers ofter do, * p, x1 S7 X/ x( v9 d
But I could have told you, Vincent, 5 Y4 I& z g! W @8 j0 I8 X
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 D, K0 r( {! h H
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 _! `! i0 {$ q! P% HLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * N' D) i$ B7 M( M8 z( S
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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" P+ Y, i: e2 m+ XNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 U+ w; x# o) y) q w- }, X4 D6 N' ?How you suffered for you sanity,- I/ K6 Z' \1 h! T
How you tried to set them free,
8 h, p7 @9 d* d bThey would not listen they're not listening still, " l: B- q" ~( s8 } q( y/ S( u
Perhaps they never will. |
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