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# U3 w6 ^6 q' ]' t3 tStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 `+ c& ]3 k" b
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# z6 y& U3 w- N, `$ TShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ q* ?, R, H4 R& s- {5 K& JCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 z/ F0 z% U/ I- q# H3 V
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
: ~: t$ O& x! R1 X0 N- a- A9 E3 c8 {2 XHow you suffered for you sanity,
8 l1 r+ }$ N4 ~! }( aHow you tried to set them free,
( m: i$ z- H# g, n IThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - j: K. T$ X0 e0 u5 Z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 g* @1 Y" U% T9 v: @+ k4 M
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* E! X& ?& [. ?Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
m3 y7 ~8 h! X7 }, Q) k; N. XWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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; _9 z e: w1 i* T ]9 ]: A! ]9 TFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ; R6 r5 {1 g/ i" N- ^' u& W
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% U! i9 Q3 O7 I6 u: bYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 A' F' |+ |# i& X5 ]But I could have told you, Vincent, ; X. Q7 f( {: P j7 \7 H
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 F; G* ~* L1 ~; g; w+ U9 s
* K- D2 J9 c. h( N0 Y# e. }0 `6 WStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , A) W& b ?! |; @2 C$ M- Q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - T, ^2 T% y0 `% w' I% n
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( _8 O/ ]. S: O4 t3 t& sThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ O( c J+ v, \4 B, a
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
0 O2 u# ]9 V& v J" WHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ k# c3 G9 y8 M1 U1 [How you tried to set them free,
: J; f$ G& V( Y; h; S2 D; EThey would not listen they're not listening still, ' r. }8 \+ A+ L" `; Z9 b1 z& E6 R$ H- k
Perhaps they never will. |
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