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& L! e2 }. ~: O4 dStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 Q& X. b) ~" v3 Y' @3 sLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 F/ i; K- S, W+ `* {* m, CShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& _% V) V0 O: F: y# z! ?2 mCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + f) t- {6 e" y. A& @
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,+ m' k! b5 V H0 L
How you suffered for you sanity, ! x. i% @) v; I. _
How you tried to set them free,
* K% ~! g' m O6 N6 c; C rThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: M; `$ z1 Q9 b# w: ~/ v: _Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& G5 I) P, c1 tSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ G+ O1 B5 V4 nColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
E# V6 f; `+ b; O# F6 J/ _6 RWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 o) y/ d$ Z7 ^, S5 c' [- R
9 b1 s" O# \6 O' hFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, $ l$ f8 H7 M. |
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ U* w0 I9 S) x* sYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 X$ n# N3 j* v: G8 qBut I could have told you, Vincent,
: k- }7 o1 Q* w* K. _# @6 s" `" X6 xThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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$ R" S7 H: [( `" k6 UStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 q* v9 ^# Q% p/ P( u& `
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , b0 b, Y5 S+ C0 W g5 t) H
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 ~' W |/ r$ j q
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,
" j; V4 T- i9 }7 O- V) p0 rHow you suffered for you sanity,: B" z) }1 G6 |3 e! \: X: [
How you tried to set them free, 7 Z5 g* V0 L; Z0 i9 c3 @+ v# b9 b) [
They would not listen they're not listening still, ; o) T% z6 ~& }
Perhaps they never will. |
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