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& d2 {2 c' u7 WStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . j, @3 C/ T) u8 e2 b
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 ^( ^ N3 L: k- ]Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 G5 d G7 U/ @% G7 ]2 I' ]& D7 jCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & c2 J: W/ ~8 K; v- K
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,3 Q% i$ F8 [* B: s
How you suffered for you sanity,
( V/ ~7 u; f/ o- ]" g4 gHow you tried to set them free, t# {( m/ u0 d5 f8 v' d+ {" ~, E
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% d0 `: d, X- K3 j5 _+ PStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * H8 Z: {9 A a( {
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : o7 d2 B8 W3 o. K0 z( e
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& V C- N: D. ?, V! r8 UWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " s( }# a- _5 Q7 q% @$ h% A; D) N- n
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, : } ^7 ]! T8 i; {
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. v! O$ \- U+ [( T$ zYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ' [, m, a' `3 T, x) K$ Q
But I could have told you, Vincent, 9 z' k+ X3 n- B
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 s' p& @) f0 E9 s4 [% MFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 z3 y5 F0 | P) a2 n0 s8 v) I
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" L0 ?' v& N% A) ?1 FThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' P2 O' o4 ]+ H
& i5 L% ^, g- W7 v; yNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; N+ _( @ F' E& u* U
How you suffered for you sanity,% }, n7 m6 z7 ?& x
How you tried to set them free, ! l; k3 k* }1 P; p; D0 r* m T
They would not listen they're not listening still, * T8 L. x8 m. X( l+ \! g
Perhaps they never will. |
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