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+ y% t$ D5 J3 D# gStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 x9 Z; J- O) a" z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 C3 j: N0 s/ @- j6 b7 L+ _ j; P/ WShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 _4 y, f0 g! e: i
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' S7 |! {$ J# |4 _$ E6 XNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
% {/ h9 l# j/ ?* D( n- UHow you suffered for you sanity, % e* \9 C! r! b, n$ f* F$ B
How you tried to set them free, * `5 o' n& b- U- E
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 l" I* H9 `$ Y D0 S0 C$ i
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( m, ~( s2 i& ZSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 W7 {: M% Y5 u+ t4 N0 a/ p, K* F4 f
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 S0 B, C J/ @
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 a3 d7 g) \7 u4 R% GAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' G. I" i/ u8 g J, J
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ; j2 X+ Z4 h0 \: L' f, ~9 X
But I could have told you, Vincent, & V; S- D, t$ N& e
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . R, K0 X4 ^6 k; d5 o( J; C
% M; f7 T m5 s4 k x! xStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" i& h, o* a0 b ?Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ _- v5 o5 ^3 W# PLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) ?! `" C( q7 M& W' u% H" ?7 H
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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* `; ^0 d9 z! @' s8 s+ \# ENow I think I know what you tried to say to me, & s- ^8 Y0 n% ?/ @9 {4 S
How you suffered for you sanity,
S1 G2 O0 D+ @/ P1 wHow you tried to set them free,
. I) h: n+ t% _$ Z: M- ?/ wThey would not listen they're not listening still, ! E, L) ]2 T' t
Perhaps they never will. |
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