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' Y- a3 W, Y9 W, ?) V3 aStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ m, O% G" H: g- J' @" q$ c- ?Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 O, ^% t" o7 ]- p* ~" o
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! w' f& S5 A- ^8 PCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. n; V4 E/ J- C$ r1 ^; Z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 x: ?6 {1 g3 ?% LHow you suffered for you sanity,
, ]! G/ M- Q8 r( F2 AHow you tried to set them free,
( ^: L, w- G8 \6 p" g* nThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # Y9 W" Y/ i! |
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # [# j) L! ^7 Y5 M! \0 A. \$ C+ c
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 e* K1 `: b/ NColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 g' Q) Q( u" `% K9 d! n, j
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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- K8 U* W, h* g' ` [; g- _ D' @For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
1 m( Y/ C, t0 `. u; VAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # T$ o4 f/ A0 N4 h5 B) ]
You took your life as lovers ofter do, " z# x/ Q9 x3 p7 n( V) q: p
But I could have told you, Vincent,
* G+ Y! ?) D7 N( p2 R5 x' WThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( X2 E8 }9 H$ f. \( l: H
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 V4 [, @5 R7 Q" D2 w) Q( V
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 f) Z( j" L- U( ~/ Y/ b' \
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 t! ~: y5 g1 W+ n
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % p; f' R3 |7 w# z5 F
$ ~# D% E: Y% }( a1 _: l4 uNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 l3 J( H7 |$ }" C
How you suffered for you sanity,
! U. H2 H7 H, i: {7 r3 t; j! x/ gHow you tried to set them free,
3 Z i4 l8 Q5 W4 i- OThey would not listen they're not listening still,
: m5 a$ u3 y2 GPerhaps they never will. |
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