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" p5 H+ u) ~+ ]7 ~& C. xStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, X1 W, x0 z) N9 X) k7 o1 OLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / B! b( _2 q0 y- o* n1 `
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& Z6 ^# h3 t: O* |" v
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! Z( L7 |" U% M X0 Y( F9 h5 z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,) f" s# \5 K8 b
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 u$ Z7 d( i ?2 ?. B* W9 THow you tried to set them free,
. K% _6 I/ t. Q/ d- L6 e, Y( cThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 g5 N. d8 O$ x/ O s
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . H- x4 N4 q5 c s) C1 F9 ^
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! S r% {- E u/ J; n
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 t T' A4 V" t: w7 F8 ^/ H3 QWeathered 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, * r. P3 d4 u) l- X) m1 B
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 ^4 @' d- z3 c8 K8 Q* |You took your life as lovers ofter do, # ]0 o \+ R1 h# V9 a
But I could have told you, Vincent,
0 Y6 t7 c Y4 R8 r9 mThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. " C: o" u' C' D( i- W
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - j: B) i* v/ K @& l# T, E, _/ x
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & q- @. f/ q* l. K% t
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' N( _4 Y! q4 Q5 ]9 w, A4 t3 _( eThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ `/ U' s7 i- C2 Q% J" b8 k( O
& ?0 f$ o9 I) o7 t O3 [Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
, W" J3 d* I0 P6 LHow you suffered for you sanity,
' R1 C [6 N8 k$ l) kHow you tried to set them free,
4 \2 S; i3 H4 I6 v7 v$ XThey would not listen they're not listening still,
: n4 ?. s( T7 M+ R2 @) O& qPerhaps they never will. |
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