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9 q8 ~6 z: s% @- A$ vStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) F% { v* [8 @3 p, { cLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ) o7 F( h# h: W3 g
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, A# [7 o3 }: u% f- y1 T: R8 e& pCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 t/ N: K+ w) I8 z# w
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,: F0 ]$ c5 V9 B% f# i
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 O# f9 W7 b9 c7 s9 H! ] N& wHow you tried to set them free, 9 H6 |1 s. r0 O) b# ]
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 e2 }: B( V S( l7 }. G
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' _+ d6 \9 e/ ?2 R" G
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 |2 B+ a, i: @& ]+ t/ u
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. q2 u8 z0 B1 a! h& j- sWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 n1 b J4 S6 K5 n& [; Y
- g2 v- M4 h! x+ ^$ c! j+ e/ iFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, , N: {' f% {2 L9 f6 d! E. r
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: u9 w, q- N1 I! F9 D0 `You took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 N& X) N7 G$ ^2 S# I9 f& @
But I could have told you, Vincent, 2 @4 N0 z4 a3 y# q' D9 ]' A q* K
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, S; }* D, v; Q2 D
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. h/ g ^" Z T) N" i
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ L/ m7 I1 c3 r9 pThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , B) G: V8 r% f
6 [$ ^7 @5 E2 c& }! O1 |Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 7 |8 k! T/ C5 h8 v, @0 y
How you suffered for you sanity,% ?4 I. x% w4 M& K, S
How you tried to set them free, . A8 h7 \) p" ]1 S: E
They would not listen they're not listening still, D; D- W* B4 P3 W
Perhaps they never will. |
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