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% j' ^1 b& ?( D( [1 XStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - d4 O" w% @$ I, [
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' @7 f9 s$ Q( F( u( R2 TShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, Q, G* H/ T: T; UCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( d3 ~5 r. z6 y% `Now I understand what you tried to say to me," y- N' v; _5 l: i6 C+ F
How you suffered for you sanity,
! h% o1 B6 F i6 V% p( X3 v# zHow you tried to set them free,
% C6 _% k( B: t- J. }1 B9 `% kThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, i. R1 D& L, H. l7 v, gStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( z+ C0 k% |' T) j& \0 t
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 T3 U8 u4 _; L# Q/ K
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " ~& J5 b# J1 F
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 N A6 i% k/ l! g$ X; Y
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 o4 `/ K# V. O3 `7 @+ T2 c6 {: \% c6 e% GAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- S! U- K7 B! w5 M9 P2 o4 p" s# CYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
( L/ B) e6 J1 G% L6 X, C' @6 M1 BBut I could have told you, Vincent, - V' X: K8 t0 B5 k8 ]
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 G4 X3 J* ]" W# u1 p( F
' ?# x1 W# ~3 X9 d# y/ TStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) w4 R+ X5 \4 |" R
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% q2 b o: q' M/ |$ Z. s4 d2 TLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & I+ a" ]$ j0 `
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 |2 X% U7 y. P: W s/ Y& e
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, " W& f% l: o5 }0 p0 V
How you suffered for you sanity,) C7 x6 [6 b, c8 Q
How you tried to set them free,
% H) b/ P9 q& [6 ^% S$ m lThey would not listen they're not listening still, 1 Z: a4 I/ i: }; V/ n, i' k8 ?/ t$ v
Perhaps they never will. |
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