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" f% f: I! c. x% S& G" A N, KStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : c% G& ~+ F+ X- D
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ q! a! m; ?- c/ a* u% Z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 }6 S ?, k: RCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + _. N8 Q' x1 l/ Z! Q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,* K7 j/ O7 p+ K* i }6 o( C' X. K4 M1 z
How you suffered for you sanity, % w/ b% |' p! H4 m
How you tried to set them free, o. ^" [6 J. I J2 X
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 m% J: S; j8 ~+ q# D, A0 K5 CStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 M" }4 o! G3 `Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 d7 V6 }$ v1 x, h# j0 V3 f s/ i
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * T# u5 i5 x7 m; o9 y( {7 \
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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( S( M+ [# Z1 E: C7 g2 |& CFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 |$ n+ P. n" Z5 m+ s
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, T; N- g, ?$ i6 j [You took your life as lovers ofter do, ' a% h6 ~) u. y4 ~) |
But I could have told you, Vincent, + W* x4 j u2 F9 I' \/ q9 A' w y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / j. _: P; R+ B2 C
6 S' S' z4 u, m6 p2 P& ]/ P( AStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# f8 v% F+ d3 y P& q; F0 sFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 I6 S' [- ^3 T& J! x$ `
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . e4 T9 g h" p8 e" _
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; t& G! i, d( H
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, , ?" ?* S% ^, p S1 n; \
How you suffered for you sanity,. `9 Y/ I; K+ w2 q: h! M
How you tried to set them free,
/ z! }3 y) c0 i; g: C @, NThey would not listen they're not listening still,
- d8 y: k) W6 K0 p% E! K2 OPerhaps they never will. |
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