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@% y4 q( }( u- K2 hStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + R8 P9 Y4 x Y0 b% n! J! l$ q4 n
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ j6 x! C% V; \: W! }6 K/ kShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 D. Y; \2 w' X7 V ~4 \Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. `, w1 H& b. b9 [9 s5 l
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
& H5 {1 b9 \& X9 y# t% }How you suffered for you sanity,
% {; P& q8 C8 L- m" hHow you tried to set them free, 0 q$ ~% \% a- G
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 g8 c9 m, `$ b
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 B$ P8 B, M6 H! XSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ ]- }/ z J- [, D
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - e5 K- E* A1 T* \9 j/ Z
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " R0 @% G* p7 \* O; |2 h
7 K0 W; x9 h5 i8 s' g5 i1 M- CFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 |1 k* o) k& u4 y" U2 e& _& \0 ^
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, g0 W' Z b# j' j
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 c+ V. w' G U: r% |+ D" G/ n
But I could have told you, Vincent, 1 H, t9 }% U, G! s
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 W! }2 w2 j5 U* B; _$ t/ {Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 ^7 w; E& f0 j" B2 y# I4 H6 g' G) zLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + }& l5 V+ \% r. U
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! l6 o8 y Y$ c0 m
3 S/ W/ J1 y6 r8 U$ A2 D+ lNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
- r: X1 ~. G% OHow you suffered for you sanity,- j2 e, h# H7 V
How you tried to set them free,
' y+ S0 z5 I, D9 ~7 H& |0 m3 MThey would not listen they're not listening still,
! t- v7 n9 o" p$ L5 C' I! g* M- u1 aPerhaps they never will. |
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