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9 b- u4 n: W- l, l: s( H% mStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - Y4 L/ l2 G- R: w
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 N1 P a% v+ q8 ?/ W1 C
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 r- F" O* c* Y4 o5 ^Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% a1 R. `0 w- R1 [. n- a6 ]. eNow I understand what you tried to say to me,0 }- b8 H7 B+ W2 Y
How you suffered for you sanity, $ V7 y, ~# a% z% o
How you tried to set them free, 8 d8 e4 Z4 O8 w" ^; ]
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% P# k) d4 ?# u: K: E% y% p% gStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 b/ t4 ]1 T* BSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, m; u6 d- U. |+ r8 E( D9 l- f! @
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . h! c2 o$ o0 {" |9 Y: n
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : M3 E+ G3 W& P; y$ A7 _% J
A8 @' q* U/ e( p6 L8 }+ yFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, : b U- D1 `9 P! n0 `' ?# j
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, }! m; L+ u z9 oYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ) n+ A+ }8 x, K8 [
But I could have told you, Vincent, ) ], q" L* J& @
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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* f) F A! z! W$ @Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( ^( a! X2 X8 W+ ?! Q- M. U* L- D
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ j5 N: u, P8 D& sLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' a$ k! J# x! r/ l. gThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / m! ?% O. }! E* ?) J# _" E; [: o
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 B8 L. @/ W: R" b; j
How you suffered for you sanity,
c+ w3 v7 _! B$ Y4 V/ T3 pHow you tried to set them free,
9 m6 E# h2 S$ S: K0 oThey would not listen they're not listening still, : j: R$ Y* v' K- o! Q' Z6 s
Perhaps they never will. |
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