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. |, x* z$ ~2 ?, V5 PStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % W3 n- p2 E) Z3 j+ N8 x% f
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. D5 N, e! `% l: YShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 b3 q( Z, {6 u4 r( g
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " P% g' d2 k- U5 Y( }4 f+ S: f
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 E' I0 {: q8 Z8 G& ~- lHow you suffered for you sanity, $ }, c; N( z, @& @0 T
How you tried to set them free,
9 S P5 Q {5 [' F; \4 IThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " P2 ]- |% o; A# U
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 H9 w- a1 ^# a# Q- k/ m
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 V8 \1 e" _7 V1 z' F; T' z. T6 p
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: A3 s% \2 f4 V& ~1 _7 jWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; M1 N& j1 l8 L6 w# a3 P
. \" A0 \- I) h6 eFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 n0 _, J( t3 Y3 c1 V$ sAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; v- `- ^7 t- |9 w4 ^You took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 f6 w8 f. X2 w, v7 q
But I could have told you, Vincent,
( _' f% F3 Z$ v8 E* P% }( ~This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 q( K: H# u. Y
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 [) @( N" u ]
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , E% a) M# g/ G, `
The 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, , q; R- ]; c$ F) `6 O: A9 j
How you suffered for you sanity,8 D* o; Z4 |6 M- F$ X9 V
How you tried to set them free,
- q: r) K7 M4 w, ?( h8 u4 Q' hThey would not listen they're not listening still, 7 Y# f+ H( k% @: _
Perhaps they never will. |
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