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4 i! P8 J# e; b& V0 _7 RStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 j0 z) s# ~7 O% `0 z5 fLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 @4 W, j$ w/ V% n
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 d# ?& w% x- n! r- Y3 u2 [
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : A& g! s7 Y$ o# P
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,, U2 s& I4 [5 y+ e/ m5 ]; E7 `/ A5 ?
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ B% S7 u3 x, S# F HHow you tried to set them free,
) R N7 b A' Z4 k5 kThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 d. J: x: ? _9 m: ]5 eStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # D/ y: Q+ \! d5 J0 p: h
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 u! l& Z* f+ y J3 D4 x
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' c4 L2 ~) D$ R' {5 Z* d* G0 t+ a& n) E
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 b* a- f# c/ ?) @; M
; [, P }( b; BFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, / R8 C& l# W( j# C$ M6 Y( }1 ~
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 u0 \& Y9 I2 M6 ^# P3 `+ l
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 Z' K4 ~7 f9 W Q0 @But I could have told you, Vincent,
* | }: p3 s0 L/ l5 nThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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; S6 G, X) {8 a. x& e. G/ p5 f+ [8 C0 GStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# N' o9 ^2 N. {% s0 ?8 T$ BFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * e( i6 @1 m" m% ]3 L5 k9 G
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) X- `! Y% L( K t" O9 u3 @# j
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; B& y9 @0 E/ m ~5 g
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 Y d* i A6 O# u9 k Q" B/ R
How you suffered for you sanity,
& F3 V! g7 O- l/ kHow you tried to set them free,
+ Q/ W4 `& h* w) ^! t0 lThey would not listen they're not listening still, 1 M5 y/ @- ]% O4 [/ K
Perhaps they never will. |
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