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+ v: d3 e, a2 G* T6 C) T( uStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & h( l, \3 A$ Z/ v7 y0 K
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 _: R' n" _8 w$ c2 KShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," G/ G. L# _6 [8 G; @
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - u m$ s. t! Q/ e C& [9 Y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 e- _; o* ?& S$ X: GHow you suffered for you sanity,
, N8 a4 G& W( ~How you tried to set them free, . K* t$ g2 h7 y7 Z* ^: F
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ z' v) r- J0 B" z: @& mStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ p8 ?1 H9 X! R- S, l& K1 wSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : B/ H* f0 G m0 Q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# C; u3 o( X/ f& p; hWeathered 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,
S! ~: S8 u5 i# K H/ O# X7 j6 _Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 t% h8 F, d$ ~6 |, B7 y
You took your life as lovers ofter do, / P: l3 Z: F9 |. b; S' \5 D
But I could have told you, Vincent, . h- S# J* c- X$ {
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 N$ K( g' I( z3 ^
* v/ r( C. b' A$ T7 I7 \+ w' mStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" v7 @( r8 D5 i+ \" b3 W& ^Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 @7 z$ K, X7 I {
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . }3 ^) L$ T* x) [ {2 o3 R
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( @6 v0 k# l( P9 }
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; m- w9 [! T C5 eHow you suffered for you sanity,
" b2 t: ]; u! c$ UHow you tried to set them free, 3 T& [( w+ f- C0 ^& H' p9 X
They would not listen they're not listening still,
: j# P7 H- e/ G5 x1 o- cPerhaps they never will. |
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