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1 z8 D- r# I7 l1 m; ^1 XStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# [, e) C: Q; M8 j0 f( _Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" F" |# R# p3 L9 t* j2 w, o! QShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 R7 L/ _( Y; H5 G6 ~! G
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 I5 t- @8 r; p
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ O4 S0 a1 H$ C# j7 X5 NHow you suffered for you sanity,
+ y1 I8 o9 z6 {) n- g" }How you tried to set them free,
: K) ]+ @8 ?4 ~6 VThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / n7 w. z) {/ S
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " b" C* Y T4 h: U% E
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ n: S% f$ O: h
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& J' j# e* @# Y2 V0 GWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - S9 ]( k4 C% m$ I- _
7 M, \3 U# @: u/ [For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ( L* U* N/ H$ Q7 K- y2 |
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - X \2 @0 W% `
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
" j. `* P, j$ ^. [' l2 L) U& DBut I could have told you, Vincent, 6 U# @2 B' b- q9 L$ t
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 L; M/ J0 p/ Z& n7 y
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 |& s4 d+ ~3 C* Z4 |+ u5 UFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % H2 \/ W# |' ]5 _6 H. }4 ]% r
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * d/ A+ S1 K( M: M B: @# F
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 z$ R, d% J. P& [- l; W
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
- d5 W( l/ U6 \/ cHow you suffered for you sanity,
9 R$ j$ s+ E- Q5 k0 G9 Q- aHow you tried to set them free, * b/ E1 F$ k& ^
They would not listen they're not listening still, 0 V! k6 `" N/ H2 f5 _0 e
Perhaps they never will. |
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