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8 b$ y1 {/ r3 T/ Z5 v, e1 r: U* FStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, U- g& U! E* |- E# `; g2 ?( n+ bLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 |$ k" P8 s# Q6 g$ Y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, h: v: D5 R* E0 M; x }4 w1 B' iCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " L* M( X* Q" }& `
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 J+ N1 o |% |How you suffered for you sanity, & M, [# j a9 D& w' b- e Z* M
How you tried to set them free,
! u. ~8 P" k9 v# }7 b! q S* H8 YThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 {( X* P/ p/ H5 k. [" |- iStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' B- m' K! j/ |' e. V( H
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / [+ v' F, f+ B5 e4 w" \8 Q1 A
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . h4 G/ t3 `! V9 h0 t: y+ l
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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+ f v) f- z! ]7 oFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ B- A* T# A* Z7 Q* t" \; N" LAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
T; K+ ?' O# Q7 q: ]4 B0 hYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 k5 f/ _9 a8 ]. x- y! pBut I could have told you, Vincent, ' ^( t0 B- R. F
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 F% d4 r) y; l" N4 B, {
9 d6 {3 {: @+ y- j) C5 x5 u4 V& q/ o3 a* IStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 b, p4 Q& a/ n$ J _
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 [: T- K' i5 hLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, % m, ?* ]0 T, ]4 E
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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, y8 L7 U) o0 \7 [Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, " b( D$ u$ {9 F$ @5 V3 P
How you suffered for you sanity,
, ?. F$ {$ E) [7 y* M ]How you tried to set them free,
6 _ K" ^( n6 L* t+ ZThey would not listen they're not listening still, - S( a+ x; s/ \4 T! I. V6 `7 J
Perhaps they never will. |
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