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. C0 c t- G* U" h6 qStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 3 T0 N+ u; n r. h5 j
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 \% p6 w! k# f+ c8 T' I- ?Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* Y, {4 A, g( Z- t1 q9 g8 l
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 L ~3 t2 ^" H! ]" S
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ ?* E; v, ~, Y' NHow you suffered for you sanity, ! ]6 {7 @# h7 k( h$ R" A% B4 z
How you tried to set them free,
( d8 S* q& ^1 G VThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 {0 m4 x: q1 w5 {" {' |
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 u" z+ w2 }3 j) B' P$ U4 ~* E
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& J% y* P4 m* @Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, N1 Z) v1 x& g- a0 \5 V
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, % p& x, J2 |# R6 `2 k9 B
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ y! g8 J4 p" y t
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 m# |- I: o/ zBut I could have told you, Vincent,
% h7 R" J7 |' G* v1 h$ K1 `; Z% ~" \This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! E& T4 f# @% Y8 u7 c! D8 {( n
. L4 P1 O$ r; V; s* U7 R8 QStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 [& t( O- G. \( J4 nFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
H5 f% b7 ^6 {" q7 w, t& [" e2 gLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & @! ^; Y6 h# j: Z8 Q
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 e( Q0 {3 v- |8 Y6 r; ?
How you suffered for you sanity,& B1 w0 s) k/ w) v) b1 _+ o
How you tried to set them free,
) o4 Y* E+ A8 H3 u. n+ {! UThey would not listen they're not listening still, $ h3 A0 \. ?) D7 \( C# Q
Perhaps they never will. |
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