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, q# H: I% y+ o g3 T8 D/ R" A. vStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ t6 L R1 \7 q* e% }! s
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - _$ G3 h+ z& h8 s- J4 O, ~! |- m
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
Z( K5 O) v6 b$ B( @3 J- [. \Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( {0 l. _3 ^) j0 `+ N! `
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
) C3 k4 [! G2 C% \ B1 m5 \) qHow you suffered for you sanity, $ V# J& E) i% w, V5 w* B
How you tried to set them free,
" d' q- L) ?8 V$ G o3 w% Y- bThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# S: y9 ~5 @, L% p) sStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # S8 v2 |1 L: W5 {( m% f
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * }7 x) o: T( p- x _( N
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, k: l i# U4 S; y1 hWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - B6 ]- d" n# d* U! h$ P
4 e# b8 f/ N/ V& q: LFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, * p: s7 Z4 E1 j. C+ ~$ s
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* c1 W6 b" x/ U; ?+ c8 F3 r. q' @6 gYou took your life as lovers ofter do, * d7 q+ P4 X) J) D
But I could have told you, Vincent, u' x j0 g6 B- N) T7 R- `4 f
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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& H2 W9 N* f2 N' W. T6 uStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* f. P- t) Y; yFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 p4 _' A8 e) ^) m! m
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 3 M% P J$ z3 Q+ Y
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 ~6 S. s3 g X$ a3 }3 a
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 }$ h; `1 D( V- {4 KHow you suffered for you sanity,5 r" E( p8 p$ Z$ r. g
How you tried to set them free,
; Y `# k0 m$ D( K- UThey would not listen they're not listening still,
, l3 k) {- L6 L- l" `Perhaps they never will. |
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