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8 ~2 q" Z5 `6 K+ ~7 ?Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / W6 T: d1 r6 b) }2 @
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 k; \7 e/ L7 z* L# j4 O" zShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' J# n. I9 R- B( O# ^; FCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " G4 k' Z! \, `7 S
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,6 n. ~6 J V, v/ A/ |" i
How you suffered for you sanity, 9 R8 |8 C. \) z2 O& K0 C
How you tried to set them free,
2 T, ^9 M ^0 Z. TThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 v2 B Z3 {5 L1 p2 t: \
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 J% ~$ k9 A- R0 Y0 c: ~3 d$ ], w* \
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , H" L, C) [+ P4 Z, p3 Y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
|2 B' K) ~" d8 G6 SWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 u0 H1 A- T8 Z) {' ?" F; x
3 A! W( p: Z; Y. NFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
( ~% o$ I0 w a* y# h* e( rAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" z, w- @& h; l P0 [9 DYou took your life as lovers ofter do, & K4 U( x3 {" I+ }8 Y+ V0 h
But I could have told you, Vincent, ) v5 E: g. U7 v" J5 s
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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& C; V3 Y& O6 B' U1 ]* E4 VStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , s4 z. T% o" v! \6 ]# C
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & o8 O0 Q6 E# C6 e( v; a t
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 d( O+ D v: J: H9 ^
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , ~" ?$ G0 {* q+ n% p3 U
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ( P' Z4 s' B2 M- z& S5 y3 _
How you suffered for you sanity,2 N. c5 c8 P& t5 p" Y5 x8 H
How you tried to set them free, # @; k, c. Q+ R; s
They would not listen they're not listening still, & x, C" ~7 K# ], j: B$ x' S8 _3 z
Perhaps they never will. |
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