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3 _7 _( T& m' ?8 q. ?) T* E0 P: }Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 N. n! g8 X: U4 D$ C
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& F' X5 [7 N+ J7 J" b+ HShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 l: `2 P, Z) Y) R( r2 v
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 b$ h0 B' ~/ J' y4 f$ nNow I understand what you tried to say to me,& q4 X( `7 [& L) g8 N* {* j% Y
How you suffered for you sanity,
% p( U" p' N9 }$ p% SHow you tried to set them free,
& ?0 w. e( T# n; }They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: G! e z3 v5 F6 wStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 }; [1 H5 K$ U) \
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 M* }/ ]0 g* g7 {, hColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' i' \/ {7 I. W* x% t% UWeathered 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, ( ]; h/ Y& {& G4 Y. B0 e
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* P9 K6 F- ? {2 c$ e+ KYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
* T' m, L/ x* v p/ B; [But I could have told you, Vincent, 0 v- _# r, J- ^8 V
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) V5 E- x8 `7 r4 q6 }/ q
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 p9 x) T: P7 T1 m5 O) EFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 i, ~/ \5 k) x9 b4 o: s+ VLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, d6 l0 {' K# ]* B
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , X/ J& E G. C- o; a0 q! h
: X+ U/ i/ K$ j. R3 x9 k! i% J: P1 tNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
$ O+ ]/ a3 C5 G J! e( mHow you suffered for you sanity,* J, Q a7 Z7 p9 `6 d3 A8 ?" R8 h
How you tried to set them free, ( `& L7 g! P* `$ z6 r( n
They would not listen they're not listening still,
/ i/ u9 f3 V6 k' z8 `2 _Perhaps they never will. |
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