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g9 s* O; D3 w) }; M5 u7 |Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . N' t( G& n: w% X* t- `$ j
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" L- N" `# g! U+ O7 x( H; u3 QShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# R$ _; o6 L6 @3 W( [( @
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) f/ S, o" r* v+ qNow I understand what you tried to say to me,, R0 S2 {) V$ s5 p$ N3 Y
How you suffered for you sanity, ) N' ~6 _% H, H
How you tried to set them free,
- w3 p7 D1 Z. o7 T! ZThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ ^9 t. s: n! F- F4 |! ^
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: B# X4 t* @& i9 i3 e% E: jSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 h7 `# U* s( \2 YColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ _7 ?) E2 c: r: qWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' M& P) ?/ k! P
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, . E. y0 e2 |/ l* w" U) `3 a
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 V$ H3 r- ~% {2 A/ WYou took your life as lovers ofter do, : l1 w! a0 E" p. r( U9 ]2 y% B6 i
But I could have told you, Vincent,
7 \+ I+ T6 s8 RThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& d4 W, D+ X/ A) K8 T! s1 FFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / U$ e: Y: c4 d& }
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 F" k7 g, \1 t# l4 ?7 J
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! C$ b. j0 s$ N
+ {$ `0 e9 w; K, vNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ( [$ @# \1 Z0 o/ q% _. e
How you suffered for you sanity,
. M6 D& o/ ?7 ]How you tried to set them free, 0 w. F0 v1 m& A3 \7 m0 g% E
They would not listen they're not listening still,
8 G/ N, r3 P/ J$ c& S* w* h+ I+ A' ePerhaps they never will. |
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