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) q! X x M% i6 _3 ZStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 @+ U {' p) t. F7 r* Z) d2 H2 d7 Z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ ^9 p" w8 T" w: Z/ mShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ D& H3 @5 d1 g% F! ?
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 o) ~ U8 [4 c s$ _9 w8 d: d# I
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
. {8 f# q+ l, p( I" \& wHow you suffered for you sanity, 8 h6 H* {3 b% C% @; b8 ^' S
How you tried to set them free,
1 K2 q( _' X# r' T8 [+ G. j3 zThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, N7 y) ?4 U RStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 s+ m. k; Q9 P$ H. ~
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * l% a& E8 T) N
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - O% h8 U$ N7 M$ O
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 u S0 N7 N8 N& q
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 o7 _/ H# F% d0 Q7 I4 j) ~+ z
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 |2 m8 G6 @. GYou took your life as lovers ofter do, % Z: W. A1 W2 y1 r4 B$ ?- e
But I could have told you, Vincent,
. ?% }; P4 \0 K: \; K5 {$ a WThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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: r0 C3 J: H) B& t" {Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 C* B0 x- t+ d- p
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, ^5 X- K8 F- M \6 i0 q0 ^Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, N7 L( j B+ G7 ~% A( h- h9 Y# LThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 Y- j) z% m* R2 f6 ~2 N* I
t$ B* m8 ~& x" |Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
) V" c; I7 k( K) F9 Y7 V4 T- u1 ZHow you suffered for you sanity,- C& T# f- G9 n [
How you tried to set them free, / x/ i5 i& E$ ~/ b" x
They would not listen they're not listening still, ' M L6 b/ v! a. @
Perhaps they never will. |
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