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' m& x. N6 d! j2 qStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 `5 k$ e: s7 _4 v: _
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 b/ h8 k" t4 E7 ] p. WShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 c B! x& K+ f; XCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 r5 M2 k: `3 W9 Z( f+ M" RNow I understand what you tried to say to me,! H. H, L$ Y- q _8 {+ x
How you suffered for you sanity, A5 {) v( l! M e
How you tried to set them free,
8 s$ n% O6 T" W% wThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ B9 q9 C6 Q _9 r
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 _& g0 i9 O* N
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 m: S" h( O5 }: `Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ n# _1 n+ c% l$ i! W5 _Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , j. I' [( n5 w% X0 u/ @# }
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, $ X# V O. i' }' \
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 W# y! O1 h. V, ~: y' l
You took your life as lovers ofter do, / X! V" z6 Q& V9 b& j" n
But I could have told you, Vincent,
- D- M: k& ^( O& d0 C. X T; V/ D5 c9 g' pThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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9 E9 b4 r) W: s1 P* I8 q5 eStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 z" ^7 k2 {; a# V/ w. }6 K# x( n& f
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 o( a. O2 p6 L1 ?9 r* [* ILike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 Y1 P( Y$ m% U$ [$ q
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, . W) _" G& Z$ s" c7 g* h: [! Q- {! W
How you suffered for you sanity,! L5 Z) ]3 E- x
How you tried to set them free, 2 u: ^/ Z: N- U( W. [
They would not listen they're not listening still, 8 D/ l; X! n+ } J
Perhaps they never will. |
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