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9 p# ~2 O; f+ v% ~; BStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ M8 v2 x7 ~" @- y q7 X" ]
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 ~( E9 l; O2 P [Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ z" }, y; f% E; h9 L
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , |6 e# G1 X$ R; m6 F; r6 c5 |# I& x
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
L- `0 Z1 x7 ]1 ^: f8 XHow you suffered for you sanity, H; c: C! ]4 ^7 J7 e; }
How you tried to set them free, 6 O" S/ o! d+ ^' H. r6 `+ L7 B3 L7 s
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 ?& [: L" I1 I, RStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : E7 d% m) n; N. k9 K
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 {: B! U. I6 GColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " U% m! h2 T0 z" @
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 n+ K3 s, P/ q3 D
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 9 V6 m6 l1 S' O1 }
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . d: [' l. z( c3 C
You took your life as lovers ofter do, $ o: O$ K, Z% l; w% ?* e# w0 k
But I could have told you, Vincent, : i/ M8 o/ L9 P# U
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 v; ^( M8 \2 A, U. P1 ~
+ c$ Y4 e) C) o }2 f SStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 [- d: j/ ]1 D* E% [! K. Z# a
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! [0 R% x8 c1 Q& e/ C h
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, K' n1 r n: g5 r7 p
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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% e, t, p% [7 B7 aNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ) h9 e A( `- c* V O
How you suffered for you sanity,% {& q4 z4 v) D z' m T$ L V
How you tried to set them free, ( {! c g: m! N& ^ s
They would not listen they're not listening still, 1 a9 `2 q: l, y& _. |5 v
Perhaps they never will. |
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