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8 K8 m1 h$ J- g8 K$ t$ d0 wStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , W, X% }+ y& ~0 Q0 Z1 i
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 |( Q2 G3 B4 y0 ^Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 A! M( a) f5 g) \' \/ G" }6 P
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 d5 Q2 k5 C+ E! w( }Now I understand what you tried to say to me,4 y; \" x+ h$ Z9 r5 u' K
How you suffered for you sanity, / Q& s9 J) m# {$ ?% g8 R- @
How you tried to set them free, . F8 t$ a5 p! v! l: s9 R
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 v% X) K& P. I A# S% h
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - Z j7 C0 S& C( c8 b/ [
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; ~# ?. [. T+ W% Q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 F0 @0 n2 P' t" g& r. V2 G k
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 w W. f0 x. ]( Y
6 ^5 }5 F* t' b1 S' F" d5 t. yFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
# |* z! ^3 [# y* mAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& }/ [% s a! _$ M* kYou took your life as lovers ofter do, / E% C+ q% D- i
But I could have told you, Vincent,
4 c% l. e4 r. m- i. K+ f" w {This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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& q# n1 W/ T7 \/ E1 H3 sStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 T: l% \ x" g1 l5 {% xFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - q2 z* d3 g, X% h' g' N
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& M$ A$ _- K# E% Y5 QThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 [9 J9 F/ Q$ p, E
5 D7 L& v9 [4 pNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
( U* D. H' A7 N2 V! QHow you suffered for you sanity,
) L0 t$ Q0 E/ l8 a6 l6 U; E9 P6 MHow you tried to set them free, . T& O) Q: W' i W0 S1 _' V
They would not listen they're not listening still,
( t4 z/ K! b/ ?, k a2 }Perhaps they never will. |
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