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' N+ u' K+ ?' vStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 h# a3 }; y" g) q) |
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
) S* L- }0 ]" s( \Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 T7 Y3 q3 K* Y! I' S
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 B$ u1 |! R# D+ ~4 N! |# F5 pNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
! i, a1 F6 T* `How you suffered for you sanity,
0 W$ ~, Z+ [9 `7 Q4 S' L8 y$ s/ eHow you tried to set them free, . P' ^4 R, H. T9 Y! H# i+ \( w
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- T2 U, T3 u/ L' vStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
A V& ^/ Z1 n4 P$ D$ W8 l( [8 oSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( E( U/ E) j! P) |! E- b! ]Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 U o, |& R: k
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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5 O( F& \7 S7 A, _5 D1 \For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ) t9 W; Q' Y8 T, H$ l X9 L; [! \- g
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 p* J6 _+ W9 [ P4 ^
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 t' [- Q0 @6 f! Q+ Z1 d
But I could have told you, Vincent,
; f+ l' `$ Y5 p& U' G- M; k2 Q4 l, OThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : T: r( |: J& A" w( q5 G! k
" `4 L7 m' G$ k0 f5 jStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* e" `0 ?' v2 ZFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 P1 Q7 B! R7 m) C0 V
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 {4 y. G. ~3 N* K( ?; E$ z8 j3 T4 u
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 T [$ n4 \ C. c- ^7 `2 P% E
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" o0 ?. Q) Z: y% [/ _3 d! |: C _7 u% eHow you suffered for you sanity,
+ U" J7 K8 h! `4 Z) A: JHow you tried to set them free, . S& l) a2 q& e" s6 S; [4 F7 }
They would not listen they're not listening still, : n8 }& ^# [4 S8 f9 F F* S
Perhaps they never will. |
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