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( B* v7 [ |0 R7 [Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 P8 i8 A& ~6 m; z h4 u
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . x' r* [8 J5 c$ [6 y3 |
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ S$ U" {( u1 d% y- b+ |9 KCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 f6 E5 ~3 j4 j8 ]2 u
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,; ^. }+ a9 v6 u- n
How you suffered for you sanity, 1 ]' E+ w$ \9 g g7 v* x
How you tried to set them free,
. P$ Q m5 o1 k7 x( d% J" KThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ v3 P" K4 {# F0 [9 |0 C
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 c1 L/ @+ V5 w- `) T+ nSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & ]/ p6 l& P2 z$ J9 m7 K
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + t" n8 }8 v( [$ G+ X- u# B/ A% Q
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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6 n) ]4 Y3 V( }: eFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ( @5 K: i. k- f
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - A6 P) ~6 X3 \+ i+ F- h
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 w: w7 y- e- O$ cBut I could have told you, Vincent,
3 K$ A: L* L' r* l# c. ]This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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- f0 ]* z4 t5 ~% B1 eStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) _8 G6 y$ `2 y& h
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, C3 m4 w/ A' U- wLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% s7 o( M" [. N8 l# f/ iThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . }! S: {( V4 a3 c3 B+ s5 e
6 H Q! t0 h% u' MNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, & u9 S: O1 D4 M
How you suffered for you sanity,# D: R) _4 t% X8 a( x( X7 N
How you tried to set them free,
% q+ ?5 t. R5 S! D2 Z* FThey would not listen they're not listening still,
$ c, d6 g( U, b0 ^, ` u# BPerhaps they never will. |
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