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( T8 M) w/ H% Y9 h+ TStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 t! t5 U9 J" o: u5 e$ s9 x/ W% `
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ W) ?5 f e, F8 nShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* E' O' E: O% C6 x% @5 o: k) F2 YCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
8 W0 F' z% I5 G& D0 |Now I understand what you tried to say to me,/ m, q6 q4 Z$ r2 e' K
How you suffered for you sanity, % m1 ^- H* R9 f0 R, {: Q
How you tried to set them free, & m) r1 u) n& v" S9 C
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( v% q$ m' |! u' b* _Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ I" s) n1 U% l$ RSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ z- j1 x% S: J7 e* S7 QColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' L& A1 C3 j! a( M
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : Z) }9 k! |/ t+ P
7 ]. w, l1 @; d. u( bFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: p8 u$ u* s, m8 [$ G; c: @) h, ]$ {Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; T2 t6 q( G5 a. \8 rYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 _; f- B p& O1 f* iBut I could have told you, Vincent, 0 w' i; U. l N( Y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 v- j; G/ Z+ ?2 X; z2 Q
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # @: T. n$ w% {
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 R: o; q% e8 ^ F# b8 Y6 \6 |. uLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + t8 s- H: P4 a. R
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 `! j9 A+ \! D) H0 Z+ h' C
% V* u- F' q: O1 }9 ~+ NNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
: @3 b$ B/ b- u5 V* {. wHow you suffered for you sanity,; n! m* Z% F: G( o8 t. G, }& D% X
How you tried to set them free, 4 g, Q" n$ x9 i, ^) x2 ?
They would not listen they're not listening still, ; v- L7 D% u: g- F5 j1 K
Perhaps they never will. |
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