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7 R: N _, e! y. s5 p' RStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( S( ~ s D+ D- N
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 B3 {4 |* E+ g& T* MShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% \; \" k1 E; S7 x$ Y7 rCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * c3 _; i+ F0 g& R) t. X. o$ M
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,5 y* H* P0 G- G. L F
How you suffered for you sanity, & ^: x* c7 q3 V/ v; o
How you tried to set them free, 2 {9 f* F s5 D+ d9 p/ I
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 S9 `) m$ z) F/ g2 N- w
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ M6 {) w6 i- ]4 p6 H% B$ l
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . X/ d' J C) U N) B- y2 x
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" q5 u3 M: `1 n% ]" S0 JWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 0 u& ?+ } B8 k# K1 y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ?5 C" c$ A/ [/ ^1 [
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
- R1 H9 Z+ Y s+ IBut I could have told you, Vincent,
% \: r# k- g+ k% T' cThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + ]5 O: R# u4 e: M% u4 x
6 ?+ h5 u# {7 k2 T% u" d$ dStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 o* Q1 M8 \: N- H
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , A5 M" s+ j: ]' b5 e5 X+ s* u$ t; E
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : A9 G% l: `5 T+ v* a3 B+ v
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 T' l1 |! G' t9 m6 f0 O& [
l2 x1 F; N2 S! SNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" F% {% n- j4 r/ L9 iHow you suffered for you sanity,
5 ?1 c4 Z1 i- ^& Y/ iHow you tried to set them free,
1 R, Y8 S7 x! L! MThey would not listen they're not listening still, ! F8 i/ I9 x$ ^# K) X ^
Perhaps they never will. |
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