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- d+ z1 _- Y' s$ }6 Z0 AStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , `# {" q- p0 y7 ~, r
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! y, G0 h* j( l; o S( C$ D' v b3 wShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," T2 h# w' i( t7 Y9 h, H- S
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! X4 f# @% }) o0 I: L/ U
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
, j! }, j+ L3 p+ w6 UHow you suffered for you sanity,
2 r! s+ x$ k5 n7 |; N0 I5 U3 {! yHow you tried to set them free,
4 R- N1 y; ^* G7 t' H7 q- mThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& H" D: \" |+ [& FStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! z. M) B& h, t) L/ |Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 N0 @3 Z* A+ ]' S! E# kColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( p7 u7 Z& s9 h, L6 q( f
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 A# I$ K8 v8 y7 V% P: y( {, j
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, # i( d7 E- K( N7 s
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * Z2 F2 |; `/ d' c" ^6 j
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 d2 p; O; W; S3 }0 z |& d$ [
But I could have told you, Vincent,
: d7 y; ~) w4 t. P8 p: NThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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3 J5 J' [, M5 r& iStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " O7 x8 s& Q+ ]" {9 f9 e
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # N& E* ]' P2 `3 s' `
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ d3 d2 f# |' Y1 g1 k- h6 ZThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) z$ `0 T/ c* T+ B& `
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; H' ]# l, a) }; T, D: J, J
How you suffered for you sanity,) H, z* W @5 M' e2 ^0 j
How you tried to set them free, 4 B1 {5 r/ Q7 R& ?0 F* J/ q
They would not listen they're not listening still, ; ~% k+ d% k0 o) B# r; u8 Y6 y- J: ?! M
Perhaps they never will. |
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