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) c6 ?6 g; C5 \Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . W- v) W3 D' P1 e' w4 V( z0 O) J
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ [, w3 b6 B! b1 s
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ a! k) \0 A' Z X6 Z, B8 D' H, ~0 sCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . j( E9 H- }5 h5 S5 w' l
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,- |; e( d- H+ G& m
How you suffered for you sanity, . a* F7 E# ^% I1 H2 t! \
How you tried to set them free,
, h$ |. e2 Q7 }. o! WThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ T; O+ r( G& h' n4 L( y$ CStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 N. \1 L+ R) m
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 Y$ A+ Y( R. Y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % p3 w$ W- h: x D
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 4 v/ t: ^6 n J* K+ i
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " v! [! _4 D3 g( g; D
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
% Y* ~' ^+ A0 h- K# c/ HBut I could have told you, Vincent, " |9 @3 n$ f' S
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + O5 `, b3 N( L. M) O& B
* t0 S. j/ }; K0 rStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( Y& C& I2 U# o( }8 z8 z' H0 K
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( b# t1 e F6 R# O# R
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( y2 A* M; J! {( v6 c5 lThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; S+ H$ y7 [% m$ [% ~
/ x j% Z/ Q+ Z3 C; TNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
& _5 c; f L# ]# h5 }1 T0 {How you suffered for you sanity,
; a5 K' z2 T9 _How you tried to set them free,
3 E4 v/ e$ n/ f. G' h0 fThey would not listen they're not listening still, % j7 n" A2 I9 Q8 n1 c
Perhaps they never will. |
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