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" _/ H( x- ?+ c, P/ GStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 t' [9 ^! D, T* X: L; e/ H- ` ~
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 S( L" k2 Y8 l+ S! d: LShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 o4 f. a# d+ c K" DCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) A6 |( w/ x% dNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ J: r/ F& I9 m; |. _/ B% SHow you suffered for you sanity, : s8 {/ T3 @ Y& J$ O- s+ K
How you tried to set them free, ' H! G% [- P$ Z" a. R7 |
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 A1 s7 I9 J2 r. Q9 I) V# r5 V5 D
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , \! x. g! N2 D* ]6 y; {
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 x& `% ]8 b6 i# d2 ~1 f( f
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( U1 C. u& C7 H) J: L9 gWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' u6 N r0 w8 q( \9 V3 [( P$ ^
9 z" a/ t& u5 k% @" |, MFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ' Q, ~5 G* f" h% k/ D' B g+ n' _
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 T( C+ \2 m `. W
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
z3 `( U: E8 ^1 _1 J3 k" D! e( r" N- rBut I could have told you, Vincent, ) \ m, ]) O0 c7 u! E* u
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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) M% m5 {4 O* [5 ^Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * o* x. j+ X' F! s. {
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 f$ Y. T$ U" S+ A
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" S5 K6 w9 ~( @ H2 c9 {The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 b. t4 v% X) s% w6 i8 K- p
9 x; h$ m4 j) `6 k8 F2 }
Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' T6 C$ X8 U( {0 r+ {: A, lHow you suffered for you sanity,
; M% q0 I$ V7 n/ K: l$ _How you tried to set them free, 6 K7 j; B2 \* g: y4 H1 \8 L. M
They would not listen they're not listening still, 7 ^7 H! d7 q- Q4 x' ~
Perhaps they never will. |
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