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V3 w& @$ ?5 {- [Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) N1 z. J9 l& r; V( @
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 O% h! Z) ]/ kShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* S ?; R6 }3 Q4 j+ G+ gCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 P* Q6 D; P0 GNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ Y& w( p7 U# c/ d/ S( p/ y2 ]( lHow you suffered for you sanity, + p3 `; N) ^ b
How you tried to set them free, d; L; E8 e- \9 {! a: [- w
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; J3 S$ \& U5 k# w% C+ P8 _" b! LStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 R; Y9 o1 K t! U7 f' l( ^* w2 J
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- a$ H' T: y! i! C* ZColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . }2 J4 q# j- a! |+ t9 B) N
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , Q S( \7 Z: _( V
$ G! T9 d# G+ I) m, p( pFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, , L: ^6 n$ P- T
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 A' l0 P' k/ N# Q. U# Z* hYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 n+ ]: V4 m% O% k
But I could have told you, Vincent,
: Y( M9 ^4 x( Q* Y P) PThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* [$ ?% e% W3 ~0 F% H9 G rFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : c* Z; Y X' B$ `$ Y0 Q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + v0 C1 }6 Z) {% N* A
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! l t8 ?. S4 c7 k
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, . N6 }- f0 N7 t2 x+ t7 B
How you suffered for you sanity,, x3 D0 @3 h- x; Z/ [% b" R% K7 @- C
How you tried to set them free, 0 K4 I- P2 @) ^/ p- R- _4 a
They would not listen they're not listening still, # Q& F/ R8 t1 K( m" y" U8 X
Perhaps they never will. |
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