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' c" J8 x4 A3 w# g( T; YStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " ]5 B) G2 `. Z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 ^: K1 n9 O: c4 v) ]4 D. I# ?Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 B2 r0 \' r2 b) {
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - c& @6 R. s) E& S3 s
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 L7 I9 M. h: L, X/ x$ ~4 G+ gHow you suffered for you sanity,
8 k5 ]/ W- d& VHow you tried to set them free, # ^8 T; W o8 c' {3 @7 v
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" Q" C3 w8 \/ L( ^* {Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& X( E, o7 o2 w" g- ~Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 A f) c, F8 H, z: W0 s: GColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( b7 g2 l% h" fWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " T) G5 ]" |: B
6 d# Q6 {* ^' W: E8 e% ]% [. P% k# r' |For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ' X' W+ I: F2 \1 Z6 y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) j5 `4 I0 |; D$ {You took your life as lovers ofter do, k4 u8 c% ^1 ~ c! T. |; t9 K
But I could have told you, Vincent,
0 n" a/ Q" b, e* g- @This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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9 h( |2 R. I* rStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 h# I" ` u2 E. n* j5 {
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: i! p" z: }* o, {% v, _Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 t/ X$ w& Y& l( `The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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0 i4 D5 g2 P G+ yNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 1 ~: T! N+ {2 L: T# g/ N0 P6 v
How you suffered for you sanity,: b( X3 O# ~0 \! z
How you tried to set them free, # W) f5 d! P9 G
They would not listen they're not listening still, $ O7 G' F* m: x8 ^% ~
Perhaps they never will. |
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