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' u2 u+ ^; [7 i _' N& fStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 J! D- q: P2 t2 ?* b! w3 gLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ) [% T8 T% P2 G( W* J+ K7 \" k
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
C7 ~* M* F! `: ]Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ~3 `! u2 _9 h9 U7 q; u/ p% \
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,: ~4 x: g) }5 j$ s
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 v( v* Q4 n- }2 A; {, b8 mHow you tried to set them free,
; [6 U1 X( a" s( G" ^ u' `They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ ~ @6 ~9 {5 s# q& MStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # B* {" o/ v4 L! [6 X' ^7 s8 l
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , X# w3 m& {- e# S; c+ Q, P. m
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; F" w0 P! Y3 x* YWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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, l% s% b8 n* l; Y3 NFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, . @9 j( I: j6 Z, j- {
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- O: }$ r6 s- o3 d* ?. ~! \% L1 oYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ c; e1 U# I, M5 gBut I could have told you, Vincent, 9 ~: P5 g' S ]1 d
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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6 }1 M7 u4 \5 g. u9 ^) nStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 [ Y/ l) _0 v0 @; x1 `Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % w# t. N% ~. ^
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 3 l$ O- @3 z$ c7 v
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! n5 p3 z2 e$ S8 i/ ]' B2 j
: K A7 b) f+ k$ f) U% n1 F0 }Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
2 r9 M m) A2 f/ r& F; d+ v3 k0 pHow you suffered for you sanity,
" a: t5 _6 }$ u; vHow you tried to set them free,
, n" s; S" S+ p+ v6 fThey would not listen they're not listening still, 2 v, u8 a$ p% B" H
Perhaps they never will. |
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