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$ z4 \" p% \! A& @: K% JStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, * C0 Y5 p, `& b3 S
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 c- E5 a- K, Q3 \2 s
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," j- O7 T( K9 I/ q% ]
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / S$ h6 M7 q8 y) A; U5 \+ b# r
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
) }& H: T# a- ~0 f( J" C, y7 LHow you suffered for you sanity,
( I7 H. e& x2 MHow you tried to set them free,
5 L+ m: q. f7 l9 M" B: E" BThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , Z5 y' k7 w% |' b2 e
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - b0 \4 }) G k, e+ a4 m; O
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. j; {1 X. }" M1 X7 BColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; P7 `) ]$ t+ X6 `
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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8 W; U8 ^- o! P% `, K) y- pFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ K2 c/ ?2 r; ?2 z u+ oAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: o, {$ |1 X5 F, o; vYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
; v) j5 F; z2 TBut I could have told you, Vincent,
P0 O& K3 \: |This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' r1 q6 k6 z/ ]4 ?8 S5 ^( F% H
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, g( o7 t; ^; @* [Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 h9 @ {! H) Z6 I Q2 ^7 g0 u/ NThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * \ _$ ~ o/ h. Y. q* g2 |
+ s# t& ^+ v' M- _+ |) e+ r) x" sNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 3 \, n; L( |5 d# F) _/ i0 A
How you suffered for you sanity, V) b# m5 ?0 m M, A1 q% V/ b
How you tried to set them free,
' p% G, i$ h- d+ S0 NThey would not listen they're not listening still,
( r, T: U1 y6 O( L/ s2 C) TPerhaps they never will. |
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