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3 L5 d/ k& ]. l3 F- ^# n0 mStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . C* Z/ b0 _/ w
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 o' ]3 \. ^2 m4 q) O, n& pShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 V5 l3 |2 L, _* QCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . P: ^/ P4 N* E
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 U R j6 `7 g4 H+ L( W' uHow you suffered for you sanity,
0 f+ u# W2 A1 H# Q2 V4 D& F% T" {How you tried to set them free, ! A9 W% n9 @) C, w) L3 p
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 ?' W6 b# x m8 o5 X) [$ ^, \0 W' bStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; U$ x" Y# D y% w5 ]( F
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " O. f/ M, X, v! i
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. S* i4 Q( a b y; Z3 bWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " W) G/ ]% ^% D4 ^ F7 f& [
% j3 A+ e2 N& P/ Q* CFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 R+ X0 K* j5 j5 A5 M+ i* m! pAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 \2 R: `! M" n+ x% I9 n; c
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 n9 s1 ^1 g l. L! \( E, J5 ?$ IBut I could have told you, Vincent, # X' j2 p: `7 \
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( \" V+ A5 {& t. e" w) x
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 l1 A. z/ U8 J
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* S, L. v: s# J- k8 gLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ _8 Q. i* f3 [+ e; q
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, % K$ s3 H% E, L1 ]8 P
How you suffered for you sanity, M- `1 c2 S2 f% J4 A
How you tried to set them free, " U# i! O, V p
They would not listen they're not listening still, . F# }8 h5 P$ ]% @& F
Perhaps they never will. |
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