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- U) @& z1 ?# f- i8 d! vStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : P& ]- z7 y. X& O
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ) w. z& W( _9 z/ ]1 b
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' [$ a& \. l. D
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! j6 ?) N+ V$ r/ sNow I understand what you tried to say to me,! z: e; I/ {6 b+ J% S
How you suffered for you sanity, . E; x! o7 A& x" h, p5 E2 G
How you tried to set them free,
( f. E4 B; W1 u: t# _& G! KThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 b& i% R+ f% g* }) qStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / U/ p6 v6 W z. Y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' y$ |; j1 E5 `8 h) y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 @" K* _4 G7 L) i2 [7 g gWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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4 G$ w# W( e5 t' tFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, $ N- A' l% p/ T5 M; P6 D
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 B" A* m3 t" I2 ^! |% A, [3 k* IYou took your life as lovers ofter do, & Z0 S9 K% @" |4 Q
But I could have told you, Vincent, * }+ w; s4 k7 m* Y! f6 \) W: Q3 }
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. t* b. a0 t1 o& Q& T
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* H( O$ v. y7 d5 S. a* U! F% z+ ?% VFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 G7 v. p1 @- z. [
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . g+ ^+ ^& W: u3 F) p i3 R1 i
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 ^' P7 a8 @+ r0 _* W% \" v
, y$ F D/ w/ ~ Z2 w: x( U& e( wNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
, L$ \8 r) a5 [) G2 JHow you suffered for you sanity,# _* q0 j9 ]1 _8 h& ]
How you tried to set them free, 1 j8 ?2 z/ p k- m
They would not listen they're not listening still, ; Q# p! _) O2 C8 o- ?
Perhaps they never will. |
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