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3 G: Y5 F' i8 a+ ~+ N2 ?/ U. mStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 z& r; @$ A# W5 v( eLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 o2 G+ j- J1 Q& `, F oShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 n% ]3 r( r6 ]" v# S& ~
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# [5 o7 p. ^1 [) l9 ^5 h+ yNow I understand what you tried to say to me, F: ^6 `9 n( J2 u% k y
How you suffered for you sanity, 3 D. w" j: i, X6 e8 O. |9 E+ q
How you tried to set them free, 6 S2 o0 U, r/ \) E3 J0 R
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: Y+ _; E# V/ }Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ b* g# x9 k% q5 r! ISwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, d2 D4 I% m3 F& ]5 X7 G
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . Q- h. q. P1 D$ x
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , M6 [# q; f( F: w; S+ ]
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
- }& c# A, d! R: C' u0 W% g/ s- z7 GAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 T! I* k% y f# a4 `
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
& }0 F8 ~4 w0 J1 a7 k& O3 gBut I could have told you, Vincent, / ~2 S5 y9 K( w$ o/ x; \: P t" X
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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" f. I$ w/ Z2 h( H3 @5 E, q" KStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( H, C! O+ |) j. u' a
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & |' `5 T4 a" G7 f5 Y4 a' s
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & u8 {0 s7 ~ g' a
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 T8 i) s: O$ Y- P1 \6 R* s
g0 y. w4 O: W& ?8 WNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
# z9 o9 _. l- d. C! k5 S6 n' S8 mHow you suffered for you sanity,5 C( n y2 g# Q7 K: o
How you tried to set them free,
" C1 _# ]- i: Y, a* KThey would not listen they're not listening still, 8 v! o' i4 [8 Q. r5 H6 g& Z
Perhaps they never will. |
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