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, _" H, u: s; lStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . r! k3 I4 ~! A$ |. g
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( f; Y: p+ ]% V& w: y1 V$ [Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( @2 J4 k% P: Z, Q- T- g$ NCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : O' \) o) x; @+ z% k
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
( {7 @- w6 D' r2 gHow you suffered for you sanity,
3 J' ?) w( {" }How you tried to set them free,
9 ~/ \% b( V& V: y0 H& m$ S# F$ p- c2 UThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ }. G4 w8 M% y* z3 |9 XStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& ?% g1 g& {# g. G3 bSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, # u* k! w2 U" ]
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 u4 [- y T- m& DWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 J/ u7 [8 v7 y9 n" e* s
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
2 n- ]6 |$ G, l N. `+ k5 k* YAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % g3 i6 E5 t7 ?6 h5 m) D0 h2 T) [
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 \; R/ A' f# ^( m5 EBut I could have told you, Vincent, , L. O" m) x4 n5 O5 ]
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 h# U' `; P' Y8 l8 T3 h
2 G' s0 y. ?) r' p+ f% pStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # Y/ v6 j: M! X7 k" V( E& m% R- R0 f Q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / O: V7 L+ p7 @3 o1 P6 s, R1 X
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ s6 V. G& \+ @* a% T3 a; q
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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9 {) z. y5 Z6 S8 D i6 Y4 u3 T) ~Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 T+ o( e3 E8 h% J9 t2 y) d
How you suffered for you sanity,: M+ J+ b+ k) _7 y; w
How you tried to set them free, 8 A, b# b! T# r: Q+ N b( G: R
They would not listen they're not listening still, ! E" S5 z0 ]9 D9 D7 u O
Perhaps they never will. |
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