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% E4 S. z2 _7 D. f, WStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , L6 b! Q v9 e7 M1 J) P; ~9 u
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , [, H; x% V% y/ d
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 b' g9 k" ?4 B8 n4 M+ _' W
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( F" W! {: D( L9 y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 V$ o% q; k% O8 m; a }# RHow you suffered for you sanity, f1 N* t; m# _/ K
How you tried to set them free, - h3 ]. D5 ]: i+ ~
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 A" b9 _2 a& Z. i! EStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 E7 r2 ?' j# F" n
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 w/ H% X) _( r/ ~7 F8 w
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 n0 U7 j2 p/ [7 @& T7 R
Weathered 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, 7 g& l$ _( N6 q9 Y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . i9 X4 [! F5 {% f0 W) |
You took your life as lovers ofter do, L! B7 b9 Y z) o, P
But I could have told you, Vincent, & r2 U+ Y6 t* j; ^+ f9 H
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 H7 y% _5 H8 v" R4 c
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 z7 s8 U2 R% i2 O- H
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 B. e& e2 [$ {- _
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; x' [, I) I9 X ^: D2 [
2 J8 Y' P8 D# {( _/ r' \0 K" hNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, K+ w1 L) K, S; x+ P. m
How you suffered for you sanity,
& M( Z1 z# B6 w, r- U$ A4 eHow you tried to set them free,
; I+ M2 a5 B- D" c7 i3 B) ~+ nThey would not listen they're not listening still,
1 _) S6 K/ v; r* J* d! h d2 nPerhaps they never will. |
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