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( h) }/ k3 u" R$ |Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ w: G% j8 c. OLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / k# W' \1 ?2 Z( c
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ U, G$ [' |% p7 h2 I( ^0 i
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 J( T% B6 K: ]8 A' ~
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,7 U5 U9 f1 g) d2 k3 ]6 |" [" W0 w
How you suffered for you sanity,
. }3 @, w% D( i# C. l9 ]: ]' ]7 \0 tHow you tried to set them free, " B! y% U1 z* L3 |
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- D( l f8 ~% c+ [ O2 \Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, % G3 _8 x B4 O t0 B6 [9 m" }9 S' b
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & j2 V. H# I% A
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* w0 @9 t1 A1 S( P$ LWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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. Y* d/ A" h; N8 z" L/ B+ XFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 0 e; C3 L! u3 r" C
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: B7 Q0 a, F3 O% a& LYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
; d+ u/ H; Z7 j5 R: J. T8 rBut I could have told you, Vincent,
2 f; j2 N9 H/ _$ t( Z' r) E4 X& H7 RThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) A6 E5 e" w5 [9 W5 i/ u/ e
6 F R, e$ W7 }9 L5 `. sStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
6 K2 C4 s0 w% r# w" dFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ a/ T7 j2 }" o) |) Y. K! TLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 _ i: _2 X6 _- F5 p7 T# Q8 w' [The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
) e. T! [- z1 i: _/ MHow you suffered for you sanity,) F6 V M" n9 b, o
How you tried to set them free, 8 ^& O& f3 B- H/ ^# j8 s, [
They would not listen they're not listening still, ) P3 w$ k5 v8 g1 P# \& q
Perhaps they never will. |
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