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8 O9 r7 b. j4 S( U6 XStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) X" v! `; E- p8 T. z( n$ y+ }8 vLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ }$ k1 q; q& JShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( Q5 A' y% e2 I" fCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; \2 Y1 T+ r! P3 `; c, E, X
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 T% h) p- \0 p iHow you suffered for you sanity,
" z0 s1 ~% j6 q/ k4 O: UHow you tried to set them free,
. F+ c6 A- e7 B dThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ o5 O) c8 u9 `Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 z7 l. w3 D/ r4 X! Y7 r6 y2 l' ]/ fSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 g: \' T( ]8 F5 ]5 T7 s# B' N5 B
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 {: C( N( A2 A8 p! \3 p5 ?Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; y! g* F) Y, j6 o% @
" ^6 D( {, R9 C: E5 XFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
* A4 e3 t6 M7 G. C- x6 sAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# i3 y+ X4 r, I& @7 e$ GYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 N" [0 s" k% a. v& t
But I could have told you, Vincent, + z# [+ E C3 J
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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. v Y! t( k) V, m9 sStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 j& v% J4 a1 \
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ _1 i9 Y7 [9 ULike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. u. N& z- |( |" a MThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " B% N8 t/ _# l) {
5 b. F' s$ `' J/ w$ {Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
6 p( ?( C/ R: N8 X' e8 J& jHow you suffered for you sanity,9 b" n" F6 `# b) ?$ E
How you tried to set them free,
# U% b9 t B) u/ |+ t1 `! g2 S G0 KThey would not listen they're not listening still, ! @# r( W" z" K6 @2 f/ R) Z7 D
Perhaps they never will. |
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