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) s9 e" q- y: y/ @Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% q( @) P# J" |Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& Y8 r4 ~4 g, k6 @8 N8 y, J4 SShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 g& a6 K4 s- {" H0 c, C% \
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 y# _# x) E+ m8 u& ]6 J+ K8 J, S' v1 ]
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,' O9 p7 l' h! G" a: y( F C" m
How you suffered for you sanity,
( X2 ~5 X9 |: \; F8 KHow you tried to set them free, 8 a* B9 i5 l+ w! d) F2 \) O
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' @( L$ r3 j# n/ N! z% g0 SStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 E) w* ^; u) E0 V
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , h* F+ Z0 b @# b1 u
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ A5 |: I- D9 R0 p" w; i
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / R5 P& `% J" E$ Z* @
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ( M& ?: U* \$ n
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 S! u" s, L) ]You took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 \! ]+ P6 {9 R9 r1 ]; KBut I could have told you, Vincent,
9 |5 j/ p4 v8 Q. _6 Z | I: ~This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 C- i0 N$ T& Y4 Q* {
8 }/ f' S$ _& Y5 H3 n; f; l4 RStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( T, P* U; e4 m# BFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , S+ f( Q |3 U$ Q! `
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, % F8 x1 h/ q0 X# b, J; d4 H) k
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,
* `0 x0 C: F3 I; w4 g( `How you suffered for you sanity,
- y$ s3 Z/ ^, W$ F6 L* T5 v2 B" ^* pHow you tried to set them free,
5 f- W& K$ {/ u( x; @They would not listen they're not listening still, " [) w3 Q2 x2 q. W; y+ [( p
Perhaps they never will. |
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