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- z) ~0 W& s2 V5 {4 EStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 Y8 P: M+ U9 w9 Z0 t1 V* w* G, E$ s
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% X$ @: @" Y$ V; ?! E# PShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, H- H0 @; ~- t6 u: QCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 M( ~+ r. x& T4 oNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
# Y& E0 q5 h- n0 CHow you suffered for you sanity,
8 d1 N! v2 @# G, K% J! PHow you tried to set them free, : V% x' w! W6 _0 h
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : _4 S! o8 b5 o- q3 Q& }- n
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . L3 B+ J9 K( w) S1 x9 I& ]
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ V7 n8 O4 i7 \: K
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 D6 ]( s& ?9 s
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. + A- C$ n, c9 X+ B+ e
* O# e; R) W! L1 Y6 w4 xFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
1 k H0 q# {6 K7 PAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" W, `0 o7 t+ Y" V7 g6 j8 cYou took your life as lovers ofter do, / @" z, N& P6 [; r
But I could have told you, Vincent,
# X+ a$ i: H% N" d! [+ kThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 t! @6 m# c2 B( J
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* U+ a4 i5 ?$ N& @& rFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . v! a% b6 u+ r2 q& P
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
}" e0 I& k8 g& aThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 B7 u) S2 K( l1 W/ e& b5 }% b) r( B
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% a% v+ _& d( v% G! J* tHow you suffered for you sanity,- t) ?9 h8 }+ U; i$ k5 z6 q" m
How you tried to set them free, 6 D! s# N' s m
They would not listen they're not listening still, 6 X! X. ^! w% d/ f( w
Perhaps they never will. |
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