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. b7 m- B' o& H9 o1 A$ g6 ]Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , w/ C# t/ Z' ~ t
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; Y% i' ^7 b& u; q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! R# }# d+ G/ _/ h4 Z/ K
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% v% F) |2 X: }2 J. ?: y% xNow I understand what you tried to say to me,: z! Z: Q, ?! H: _) [2 ~3 ?. N
How you suffered for you sanity, 8 \1 Z9 h, c* g! y* u
How you tried to set them free,
- D2 Q( U5 f' l; Y% p: H: ~7 qThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 F8 Q {* q0 i( M7 ?
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - W, r; c/ q% D3 j+ n. v
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 M/ e# t3 |+ U3 t4 \Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . I8 U- L1 I' x# A5 v
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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+ @- X, z2 S3 nFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ( G8 C/ x! T: L# s- ^% y. c
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % U1 O; p M: _/ q: Y
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
j9 g9 E7 @( T! P$ ABut I could have told you, Vincent, ) Q3 w8 ~% o! _ V
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. P8 f: M2 P* ^& D8 X
8 a1 M" O0 Z1 ?! Y D1 y3 z# Z5 tStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 a) }! P( e+ O0 K1 S: j9 z% C
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" ?5 i: g \5 U7 H7 R- w8 Y+ fLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # |/ a/ Q9 ^; X; q
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - A F$ Q) Z: I+ |6 c9 w4 E
) T, i, F7 W% x2 rNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
7 m# s5 T; g7 }8 A) T+ T& W9 `: C, CHow you suffered for you sanity,$ k6 s) @% Q' `& c; ^* {/ _
How you tried to set them free,
5 M3 a- N Q2 L9 k3 JThey would not listen they're not listening still, & U7 {: N- v. v* ~# m
Perhaps they never will. |
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