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) Q0 |- S( ~. M a3 o. HStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % z7 ?0 u2 u2 f8 B* N& K/ `
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# @. Q7 B) Z4 i5 p& ]' e8 HShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# r2 M2 g7 v1 y& M/ e. \' B' {Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' m$ p3 `, n2 }* G) ?0 b, a UNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 C2 ~3 _5 R' }; D( @. K# G4 LHow you suffered for you sanity,
) t! c: |; ]. N! t- A7 BHow you tried to set them free, : ]' z" b# k2 H0 s0 o
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * C' Z6 E: j3 `3 t
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + q. K; Q/ t% f" t9 z5 L
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 W8 i; S1 `, B. B$ N5 w- u1 W FColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & U9 p0 S# a9 U4 S
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! f7 A- b$ V6 R& t# h- N e. g
( \: Q4 r8 L- {% RFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ( A7 X9 `- t9 d" A$ k" d) b
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ O8 W2 F3 e$ u: OYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
% e6 H+ O; E) }1 z$ @; b. h! lBut I could have told you, Vincent, 6 m( ~& E$ g0 l! a' c W7 ]* ]
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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: E3 `* m# ~% }Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 H- ]) T$ r) o' s0 d @- {' H
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 g. k& b0 j1 QLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* n8 {: h( W5 g( X3 h& }The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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* Z5 r7 Q; `+ h; [ \Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 O2 h. T/ N& A5 w t- W2 g; WHow you suffered for you sanity,5 ^: _5 W. j8 u4 G) `( {
How you tried to set them free,
" B+ p) z3 w2 F8 ~They would not listen they're not listening still,
& D, w. U: w( c% w8 fPerhaps they never will. |
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