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+ o3 a* h) u( Y" y8 \2 T8 uStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; w; V( b! x. {* M( E: N( O6 V8 {
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 v, p0 f7 t+ b" E% ^7 q: B' n) A7 c
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, D$ Q n! A6 H) E
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; b3 d; _0 }: n& Q( P' F, ]Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
( e w7 c. S# C# fHow you suffered for you sanity, . F& Z. `5 T' P0 l
How you tried to set them free, 0 F" X6 T8 `4 V) p
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; W. B* k5 o- |/ ^
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 P, Z& { Z0 z9 \5 |, TSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ E: q4 r. k( o5 zColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % Y5 l% E) B' B) `+ y; q
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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6 e) ?, |% H5 n* k/ j) FFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
* z/ b- l; i( ]+ h2 I, xAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, s) n1 i- }" K9 r6 J( U6 XYou took your life as lovers ofter do, + O# k1 S* s1 S' }0 t% [; F ?' ` }" M
But I could have told you, Vincent,
4 A1 v8 K! } I3 z, d# u* SThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # V, b' W3 {; H. P( C
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 z/ e0 G- U' n
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, h5 u3 g6 j$ z+ q0 n( H; p
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 z/ b, \: Q# U3 L, s( S
8 s6 @. b& c: V$ d) u$ ]Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
5 g5 _3 c& v' \# b$ UHow you suffered for you sanity,) m6 y; O3 N; I4 k
How you tried to set them free,
$ N c+ W6 y2 Y5 p7 {They would not listen they're not listening still,
4 L: O1 d4 O7 ^- v5 WPerhaps they never will. |
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