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! I: E8 B; r# P+ n, ]2 S' pStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : C6 c3 g5 K. d+ S9 y2 W4 f6 D, \
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / ]% v3 l; \( X3 a+ x
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ I. E) `% F7 nCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : i0 g# `( f7 l- d. M- ]. b
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
' O/ f% z0 m' E+ ^9 o* THow you suffered for you sanity,
2 Y, \6 s6 i+ N Q. U, QHow you tried to set them free, + y, m9 m6 K& z) D
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. ?+ X& z h" ^1 r' r3 [, NStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! N$ J V+ j; V9 b$ v. K
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : _: w7 C$ O5 ]: M9 W
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 t2 V$ X4 W6 @4 dWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : X* h9 I2 e; i( d" S) }* [8 S7 c
- b9 m$ K- G; cFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, % N9 e( n b! u; n
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 c: J/ a8 P9 }0 n$ [9 _7 ?You took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 m$ _* F- R; v fBut I could have told you, Vincent, 7 d0 i$ |9 z6 ]% ^$ w: V
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " [* s- h( v8 T- ^! d
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 n6 @1 d/ f" E, A/ E4 s
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 3 [* j. E: M* X, B2 w
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " ^# E: w [: w1 l
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, B$ B4 O7 H8 m! p0 L/ }( r
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 V2 T$ z$ N! j$ i9 Q+ A" oHow you tried to set them free,
1 L6 K& z3 S0 PThey would not listen they're not listening still, 6 H( J9 ]! ]: m- N
Perhaps they never will. |
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