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, W# p j7 x! ?4 p( pStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , h2 g$ [9 o8 J1 K
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 ?1 H- H5 M" m, x) HShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 y( j0 ]5 F" i. z \; o% U% @Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ ]7 r+ j1 C. Z9 ]/ cNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
% p6 j# t4 I& m. D A8 L# \; ZHow you suffered for you sanity,
6 L- ^% x3 u% F) eHow you tried to set them free, c' @) N* }* l# T3 s
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , e$ v- v% H! k" `
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 u0 w1 ]4 w3 }+ R tSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, X. T5 b9 b; F7 Z8 H# g& [Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
x8 X) x, r6 v) O @6 QWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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8 o c) R5 E- {! F1 z9 B, @1 iFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 3 g5 T* }0 ?9 ^6 h
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , i% R2 h# U: @7 U, m$ n; S
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 }8 P0 q+ t0 N
But I could have told you, Vincent, 8 |% a# v7 {8 R6 S
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + e5 r8 R2 k' x N+ {/ @8 h
- q6 n& l) R7 \Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, U2 B- _. k3 h' ]: A8 SFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 s# x$ C" O; `Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 Y* @, W8 e. T: ?1 sThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # o- {1 r; s2 N, F4 I+ d! {
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
8 ?% E! Z1 Z, ]$ y$ o8 v r1 Q+ SHow you suffered for you sanity,
4 g% V# u# J y" N$ A- sHow you tried to set them free, * F4 V# _$ ~! U/ f$ k4 T
They would not listen they're not listening still, ; U) @- T7 s1 w' l; N
Perhaps they never will. |
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