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$ ]) \" p" f2 O }$ wStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 W$ m j. p2 T9 u. D" x
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # }' i$ b* }1 [: a3 c
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' O/ e9 T e" \; K# d }+ uCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 |. C; H1 F8 E1 c% f3 v; _Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 W# o! H% H& OHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ Y" Z6 o0 G- z- l; QHow you tried to set them free,
. y/ V0 h! Y, E4 kThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : e W2 u( v6 M
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; f7 O7 W! |( j8 b. W; t8 s: n+ Q' L
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ]% \6 Z2 J2 U& I) ?: f$ L5 ]8 Z
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + ^" T9 t' O8 ~+ y2 Q
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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! g! {; E" m$ T* ?% Q1 TFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 6 _% ?2 E! O5 Z5 u. Z! G2 l
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 ^. `+ Q) ]. b K/ M; }
You took your life as lovers ofter do, % i" o# K/ l+ \) R- R( T; V: Z
But I could have told you, Vincent,
^% D: j( V! {1 _ H( A/ wThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # r4 Q1 U: `5 y4 m* z0 P- x# l- N7 c
8 R* v2 Z C$ C( u! f I0 MStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . w D! d/ ]# [
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. E7 n7 Q) a3 s3 ILike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 w. q2 W0 X$ aThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 a8 C, t9 m- _ R1 U
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
8 ]+ _% G# K/ N" e6 a5 N( @How you suffered for you sanity,
, B1 b- F- y8 oHow you tried to set them free, 2 t0 ~$ y( V, k7 g# K+ R1 u
They would not listen they're not listening still,
) d* M9 W3 u% T0 w% m; zPerhaps they never will. |
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