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/ f0 X/ E; S7 ?! RStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 B$ ^- W" Z/ M
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. g. K- q( |) G! ~( }8 `+ fShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 J M: m; L4 X! Q9 X3 {Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 g9 K) j: b( @# q" m
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,& U/ \. Q0 n [# _3 E2 D" ?6 Y
How you suffered for you sanity,
& R+ ], i4 y6 D2 G+ G6 kHow you tried to set them free,
* m/ p0 ]( w0 C3 mThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 D( }, L4 I" d; M, zStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & n O6 M/ y# m3 L7 t. x, _
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 l1 e( [3 ^+ |+ z
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % i4 c* v% W6 C
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
. v/ r) F: L% M9 [' N' Y0 D- ^Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 M7 e. M9 W. g) Y# C9 `5 f, p
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 f/ U/ p& Z6 Q5 W) V0 y: K) G' N Y* q
But I could have told you, Vincent,
- D5 c6 M# E( P3 E- Z) HThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & ]) j3 O8 X# L2 ~6 k4 r& b0 a
; m7 R9 j+ S7 x* O% H: {Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & ?0 o U2 r3 K; W6 k& [7 A
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 `" I: D- r. v: o+ CLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' S* v6 r1 D; J! Q2 z0 }
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; M1 x- G Y5 X) G& K
% |5 ]$ y( J, u( m1 Q- uNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 B( N! [, X GHow you suffered for you sanity,
; J- x) E( }2 w5 X. T5 qHow you tried to set them free,
4 x X8 _. M. ^2 \9 o! aThey would not listen they're not listening still, ' a4 Q2 w+ _0 b5 h+ u' _' z
Perhaps they never will. |
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