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! L" {) t, @) P0 d$ ~Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & n) Z' S- K" |1 |$ \" a- ^
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; o3 B. f3 h4 n
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) I! q4 V- K8 _8 G
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & d( w3 {- |2 y+ U, t: T* E& k
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,9 C2 N9 V+ g7 G6 U( W
How you suffered for you sanity, + I6 w4 M, o% _- c6 R F5 m: c7 e
How you tried to set them free, $ w8 k$ I4 B2 q6 {3 m3 \
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 I, j! J8 M$ Q _* d! e
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 c m( Q8 q% g8 b( j: \6 Z% S
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( ]4 l; K- j8 F; x
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # U4 I, V9 a4 a" t' A% e- @ [: a% ]
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, 1 n4 R( I) l# n1 C
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 a- v0 ]" _- C
You took your life as lovers ofter do, , f8 m, R" [* ^$ g2 E
But I could have told you, Vincent,
$ D: z! c# J+ ?" p0 y, S0 FThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / c7 ?% }( Z1 S* Z
: _+ [8 D+ r0 n, a2 ~/ kStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / s5 k' `( j8 n
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # u1 v( w( _/ J6 O+ ?3 y) d0 c3 e
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. S% ^ d# E' X" b+ F2 L( H" UThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, : t" ], v& f- R. @8 r. @
How you suffered for you sanity,: C* @; V8 ~ h1 B7 M
How you tried to set them free,
' k2 H$ H" @8 h! E6 m( o5 U7 LThey would not listen they're not listening still, M- ^9 O p2 {9 I. u! T" h' g
Perhaps they never will. |
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