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C* H: y/ \5 aStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 ^8 P. Q9 h; v/ S1 q* N5 Z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / k3 ~4 a, |8 F( y9 p
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) @1 X$ ?! {3 L( d& E6 m
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 @5 D+ J' T) }) _
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,5 s$ K# ^# S7 V( B% e1 }+ r M% A# j4 ^
How you suffered for you sanity,
, Q+ {0 P- J- [$ T+ a" L, _How you tried to set them free, : Y- ?5 B7 h( E ]) E: m
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' E& Q/ c: l) yStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 U) m# g& V4 z1 }0 j* B$ P5 S c
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 e7 t5 ^& S- h/ ~# F3 _
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ u1 l$ }9 O: q# q, r9 B+ qWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( l& y4 L. {+ d- r- N6 y: H
9 n/ q! I5 _7 M' N( n% xFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, : i- }# v1 {( \3 y: G
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 \+ D3 r* B$ x0 bYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 ?( w8 O+ y: O2 r3 Y& i3 g
But I could have told you, Vincent,
( q3 _9 l; N( p3 \( t) a& n0 m8 g& e+ EThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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! l% O* U$ M6 |! nStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 ^( B! n1 ?5 g, B
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 u9 n& ?' O, V7 A( ]( [0 ?5 A
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ b. L% s6 u K& cThe 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,
2 c; Q! N% [, K/ f9 ?How you suffered for you sanity,
( u! h* \9 O- I, F7 J* _+ CHow you tried to set them free, ! ~) f/ }% d: G" W; m% e# l
They would not listen they're not listening still, * ]. ^1 v, ?9 Y9 g% \$ ?
Perhaps they never will. |
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