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* z% o {$ d8 [: `9 G0 z. t4 TStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 P7 X+ a5 y$ B
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" D8 U* U0 ]+ Z4 ?Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, z4 R' B4 ^: e, F/ [/ O
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; b8 x* m' Y# a; W, R
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
* `5 k/ I* G# _9 H: q9 B aHow you suffered for you sanity,
" S: ]: G6 l/ gHow you tried to set them free, ?+ n4 c( U( O* |6 ^+ N( ]7 j
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- D: t# ? W# xStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 k& {% U8 Z$ s5 L& t8 N
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; X3 `- m5 ]3 E ?- l/ w
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) Q S0 N7 x" p" c5 V7 JWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % G. h- w" r2 f+ X% B4 U
L, v0 O+ U! k$ u& fFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, \" i2 W. i+ Y. ^- Q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& D0 ?4 R2 l% W9 c3 z5 OYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ; o' w, y8 C6 D
But I could have told you, Vincent, 9 h) K; v1 g$ o) L
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
6 Z/ y8 j! J$ l0 A( a; [8 N: fFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 I" ~/ d) d ^3 O- _6 w" \
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 |" q& L" P- j$ D9 S8 ^
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : u/ M: J+ c6 k% T: N
5 z; V0 M: U; y) ANow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 K( a5 s. h' p6 w0 u% _How you suffered for you sanity,- U) `( A: q" _. `+ @! T5 S
How you tried to set them free,
" I8 s$ x0 {! ^8 \, r/ DThey would not listen they're not listening still,
; `+ q" B* q" d, J" u: kPerhaps they never will. |
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