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, @- p3 |6 B2 i) j! p2 E8 k! ZStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 U3 q, Q' L6 E$ }8 ]
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; [- D) p) U3 P# J2 V! }7 ~3 P, T
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 s. `5 r m `: T$ y# hCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 W% x) ]1 s% ^Now I understand what you tried to say to me,9 Y% y7 N6 L' v: t5 }: K: X3 R
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 |0 T: t; O6 A- [# cHow you tried to set them free, $ V# q$ q; w! w2 x% N
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, y2 s" h* e0 w5 {, T1 z: CStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 I- z3 N. U4 F' M, n5 @2 VSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 W0 z9 M8 K% U5 F: Q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 B; R2 ^0 e1 C# H6 U5 [Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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' v( C( y/ i+ ~# a( `* e. J- IFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
1 x$ C# e- H/ \& [7 lAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# `) \$ i5 }/ r' O2 @7 z4 x: F* WYou took your life as lovers ofter do, , A8 n. ~0 b7 ?2 C e
But I could have told you, Vincent,
# O5 C9 }* s2 f4 V: y6 V5 @This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + l( s0 T6 Y# T3 g
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % r! Y D4 M- r
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - w; w3 ^* ?. i" B2 @, G
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / W, i/ U9 V, V# M! u \& m( R
! C L- F$ X: R( d/ o. I( pNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ) Z O: p" _ Z9 F* L: d- y
How you suffered for you sanity,! t3 G6 Z/ c3 t- {: H
How you tried to set them free,
0 }' F. L* X! b/ e9 u2 UThey would not listen they're not listening still, 6 I6 q. r# b# l! ?
Perhaps they never will. |
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