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& F" t5 ]4 \% k1 L3 ZStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + d! h: u8 ?& u3 K! F9 G- U
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& ~% [/ Z; W0 x3 c( tShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% @$ O- ]$ ?6 s# u5 H
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( ^+ s& {# X. N$ D) {# Z0 yNow I understand what you tried to say to me, _2 ?3 R& i0 m( m4 j
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ `5 C k, D2 {0 O( P! E7 |. ~How you tried to set them free, 7 k6 n* ]( y. w9 |
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 ~/ Q2 p7 a* \0 E, y5 R
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , W# I, ]3 c% g h" j( _; j& d
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + \$ ^0 s2 `* u
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % R, } L1 {( `1 x9 k9 r8 l
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % p3 B7 S- E8 G, I
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
- N5 E- v; x( H8 U3 n( F1 RAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" [ |8 I3 k; J/ b+ H$ t- I* |You took your life as lovers ofter do, + h& c3 n$ P3 w4 R
But I could have told you, Vincent,
% D$ x+ x8 S& T; a. p: SThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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7 n0 D6 ?5 r) t- b' {Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! N5 _& |$ ^' |! B" j7 o1 f+ Y
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% B8 I8 \4 \$ k. n0 F; \: |Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 B/ M3 z' V! ^1 }; u! v3 C
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! O& C1 ?' }+ `9 P
( {) D$ M, j; q2 p7 VNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 T* ?$ _2 Q& x$ a3 O! jHow you suffered for you sanity,$ c8 ~9 a% `4 W1 U
How you tried to set them free, ( S2 @( p7 _7 ~' b$ Q
They would not listen they're not listening still, 2 I0 S2 P9 Z- I& \2 [6 _
Perhaps they never will. |
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