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y8 v- j4 g$ I& T; iStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - P. k5 ?/ S! N; {0 {
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( k( m, s$ c8 a6 Y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 G# c0 P& Y6 W( U uCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
_" l8 Y% ]% A4 a4 UNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 @( n# Y) a* y6 ^: I* @3 ?How you suffered for you sanity,
$ q8 l9 t; g# ~How you tried to set them free,
) Y, m, H" h F1 e/ Q* r xThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 u* M% ~7 B& z7 B- a
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 W5 ^6 v( r$ z8 d. J$ f" k2 v
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" S7 J4 o! `. R% N* r) Q# F0 rColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ S/ m/ K. T& MWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( s+ l3 ?0 o( V
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 \% ~0 H9 b$ z8 d' Y' `Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" o5 e7 C% y* ^' {! R( yYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 ]2 i9 Z$ a# }$ U/ s
But I could have told you, Vincent,
8 R; s; P% y' JThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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3 M7 D0 q2 q# q! B, x4 k3 j0 tStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 O1 U1 t; Q5 _8 A6 @" `" d. S
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& O$ m+ P u1 x2 K0 _3 ^; ^/ `Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. S2 y- r# A, I; YThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 }8 p# G8 i2 Z0 A% e# D
: ~" S$ s7 }7 S) H. W; \: uNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 5 {! S Y8 s# i% i# l
How you suffered for you sanity,8 A1 c- n5 _& x0 U) A
How you tried to set them free,
9 @* J7 l2 d) \$ bThey would not listen they're not listening still,
5 F, t. b: b4 D2 o7 V5 f) ?$ P) RPerhaps they never will. |
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