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/ E" A! V' q$ J9 R6 d# s, mStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ K; ?/ d2 ~0 P& Q! t+ V' s
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . c$ a1 d7 p6 L/ a8 y% E0 |& r' A
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" W& c2 e1 I# V! V/ gCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + s7 C: Y! C( c& o
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
. p* P1 y" I' y5 H4 M% ?How you suffered for you sanity,
, x- x. _0 _# F! NHow you tried to set them free, 1 K/ C" ?1 \2 d
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' T. H' M( B- N( u7 J) ~1 @. ~
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ ]; }; E8 u9 o' h- i6 o7 S' GSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % y S4 U3 i# G" X! X
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " U1 W( {8 ]. n$ O
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 z c, q; r O" C$ g5 h1 u
; o3 ~& Z" k- u* M2 p, ?3 k5 NFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, * ^4 h: x! v5 L# u& O. d
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# a/ @! L$ v; _You took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 q# }5 x9 B6 a1 U$ u' M
But I could have told you, Vincent,
/ S( h( Q% n0 A9 WThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
6 v5 X; Q J) t0 B+ H+ ^Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- n5 L7 Q% ~6 p- q! _Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , O# @) l: v: _% `/ V. | `: E. b
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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. y/ z1 x; w. ^9 \- \3 q+ K6 |1 r9 fNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ) M" Z' s& I2 z
How you suffered for you sanity,
# d0 ~9 g( P- Q; K( `How you tried to set them free, ; b9 y, h" y; Z( o! P, Y! t; t
They would not listen they're not listening still,
+ }: m3 D* p5 Q1 R/ _Perhaps they never will. |
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