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7 }9 M# L" d b' {/ VStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 x# I* E' n# P$ ], x. Z0 DLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- v4 U$ }: q5 E, `. OShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( n% \; Q, j. @5 }Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & A! {- p# G: u+ G, s
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,7 }" O: L% v4 e: f
How you suffered for you sanity,
) I/ {% V \# v$ GHow you tried to set them free,
0 k1 X; F7 X5 P; z7 f2 n6 KThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 C0 F" r3 s/ z D- x
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 `+ n' y2 u' C. p) M( @& |
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . \! Y% F. G9 w& k- \8 d! Y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - g2 c/ }5 {$ V! y
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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" e5 J* U1 r. l$ k! dFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ! s1 R3 f7 z6 Z+ F* }( D, x
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, Z" Q! P% `4 F5 e1 `
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
* W2 \0 @0 n% A+ k# U2 d& RBut I could have told you, Vincent,
2 \# R: R9 F$ @& UThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
6 g" U6 f w( f, d" c8 V, |! y( @Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. {; {- D Q& r4 m. U1 h. m/ H" bLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 M) F6 o) q/ A# o
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 I6 @* m$ V: o* n: d0 {0 r. A
2 n1 ?! I! J3 `0 {% rNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 6 F: [! [ C' }$ Q% J6 x
How you suffered for you sanity,/ ?! _/ f1 B4 T* U% ~( ~: K8 A
How you tried to set them free,
2 p; ^$ G2 _' q, xThey would not listen they're not listening still, 7 w. [" Z4 k5 X! x7 f4 J& H
Perhaps they never will. |
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