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3 o) \8 i. P2 A g* n/ n0 o4 rStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, ~3 a/ M9 [) C: f3 v1 X* _Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; E9 A" q+ {' O+ l9 O/ n/ O4 jShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, y2 \( z" z& ]$ m
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 }$ ?# [3 a6 M$ u
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,3 Y& g0 z4 i1 @
How you suffered for you sanity, 2 E {8 i r7 q
How you tried to set them free, ! E9 l+ j4 W9 s! N. V; b
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 R; D! l2 s/ @0 lStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 F3 L1 B3 G9 |
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' U' W8 P' j- o% _Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 G0 A2 ]1 q W6 V, k
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * F$ a8 t4 a; p0 `8 K% v. N
9 |8 O% L. C4 }For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ' |' ?) _6 E1 B- T9 R, }# E: [
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 x% t/ j2 `! a( Z, lYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
" E3 ~( h% T: n7 \$ H+ UBut I could have told you, Vincent,
; l1 o; W( M6 ? w6 pThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 [' ]" e! P9 | }0 A L: ^5 pFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! b1 Y, x$ U. |9 S8 a: }# w
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 q) g3 U0 W+ P( G: e( Q" CThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : n* j& a5 E$ ~- V7 d
% _6 U% p' I8 o* K( A, I4 GNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, & j* n) Q& H0 y" P9 G" F
How you suffered for you sanity,& m# B& i. a! x. o) J
How you tried to set them free,
+ ~- j8 P. Q* u A" r, n# wThey would not listen they're not listening still, 0 q* }' o% }% x( g. p0 k' x5 z( V
Perhaps they never will. |
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