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2 f1 C& A' w4 L2 SStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 z' B; v: l; i. H# ?
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 G9 q! c( |3 Z4 s M, H
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: w. H. V3 C2 M1 U) N( c8 j" ~7 iCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 }9 V- v" U" K2 u$ V/ i9 c& b1 W) ~
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 G$ S! \9 \$ ?1 n% b2 fHow you suffered for you sanity, x' A, ], a/ r
How you tried to set them free, & A: L3 M8 Z' G
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 [ o* w7 Y V5 m6 z- z. J4 g( [6 CStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 ?7 [$ \3 C# U: l* WSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) @- O0 o" Z6 E8 b& v
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 e7 @ v" C) [Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / ^3 Y- ?2 n' Z w/ L4 r1 {
; d% ^0 `! i; {7 D" cFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
, V$ ~! y( z: z! bAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, M' o' i9 z; I% c" x4 {You took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 O; {( ~9 a' V; o) [; }- \! HBut I could have told you, Vincent,
& R) [& f) I: oThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 [1 Q. s9 U7 U, Y; ~ k5 }9 v, t: i
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / |- N& ]+ R0 I H$ a# \, j
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 w9 C; _, s! h2 S! g, O
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! {! }5 o! Q2 @3 }
4 m9 a5 I0 w6 e( F2 XNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; ]0 m0 c) m2 Q+ ]2 mHow you suffered for you sanity,2 B# Q; [( R! n1 `3 p9 C5 d
How you tried to set them free, 1 U* a; I9 {* J
They would not listen they're not listening still,
/ m4 @! p* o( LPerhaps they never will. |
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