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8 {# f# v5 B6 q. E4 i P0 O8 AStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 Y- q1 z! d" b# B b% ?3 G
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % Z( Q1 L) s! [$ T! } B' ]
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 U5 @2 m9 P$ s# [1 O) }; f3 BCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
8 C! l9 J6 O( \+ r; cNow I understand what you tried to say to me,8 T7 u/ |; a$ t" c% ~
How you suffered for you sanity, ) O2 L9 z5 l, t$ o2 z% f3 t
How you tried to set them free, 1 ?. N1 B& A9 ~: }- M5 T7 c. q
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' ~4 n2 y8 M) C; K' ?
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 B* ^. z9 R4 T" x. [) t. F
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * e8 j l. ?; Q5 ~& O# e$ j- [: Y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! m) c P9 r/ c+ N8 e1 m. Q& g
Weathered 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, , K5 G" s% c3 U
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ~3 R8 y7 t- w) {
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
- i1 l6 q" J9 u% I, JBut I could have told you, Vincent,
" n$ _" t' i6 y8 _+ MThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + E1 D2 f& ~# m% d S
1 _: i) a7 d4 x' @# V5 MStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 R9 B1 I; R" h" Z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / K# \. t; w6 ^4 u2 g
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" L5 P) E% a* O& a& i( z. nThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / H: ]; x* J' ^
( I- X7 k. b9 z9 u9 h, A: ZNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
+ u& V5 n, E* D5 Y& W2 Y) WHow you suffered for you sanity,
& n1 b0 v( \5 U I1 K; z6 R' KHow you tried to set them free,
~5 @1 j' O8 u4 x4 w, i+ Z! QThey would not listen they're not listening still, % `* X6 r. ]& J2 N! o9 P
Perhaps they never will. |
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