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4 r# ^/ w5 x- S+ U+ `3 i: SStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% g. \) X6 F3 lLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : T0 j- _: S' B! H/ A# W
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 i$ O$ M2 B# i( a' I- fCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 _8 V H0 O8 x8 m: S
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,. O' k! r/ |: I* c! m* y+ ]
How you suffered for you sanity,
! E+ i8 s6 `4 eHow you tried to set them free,
8 a9 T% P) O: ~: n+ BThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, [4 H; ?7 G! x3 `# D, x* q- c: nStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 @9 P* L \. s+ ]0 E" D" c ESwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 M' ~1 i) |0 v* K2 R
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( k" U/ t1 k7 sWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 P9 V6 X8 O2 i! E# [
* b0 @; ]8 M/ KFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, . A) t( C6 Q$ @$ d8 V
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # k- m* W0 j: P9 D9 ~9 ?" B* H
You took your life as lovers ofter do, . O% ~1 c' ?3 ]" Y5 W3 j
But I could have told you, Vincent, : T- O% J, C$ G2 T+ _( B$ c
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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& Z4 A3 j+ K. A* q$ V, MStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' k* b8 q4 Y, QFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 {; |1 j0 F: ~) o/ DLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- W- D3 e6 t" A7 l/ f+ XThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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3 v9 w3 ~/ z' V" q: v# p' g2 P7 ZNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, % b% {: u. [, a9 W
How you suffered for you sanity,
* R: x" C: R hHow you tried to set them free, ! v8 L) \2 B9 J$ V- k6 }
They would not listen they're not listening still, 4 Y- H, a) `" M& R
Perhaps they never will. |
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