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* U* _' \- [3 v8 [7 y" J2 `4 VStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
t, t% u [3 x# ILook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 v5 o- ~( ]. B! U7 x" j
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 C3 z! s+ Y$ |0 z8 dCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; e* l8 L3 ?/ y+ h% o S6 \, Z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,/ C0 `- z8 Y, F! v' h0 d
How you suffered for you sanity, 8 k/ x) E% k6 I/ c( @6 K3 [
How you tried to set them free, ( R9 G5 }% R3 v2 @! e/ Q$ ?! c5 a% [
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
Y- F/ E5 b* r" FStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ [- f) V- K" ]# \Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! U6 V3 \2 {+ `- M& {8 a9 x
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ?8 u" T% Y4 ?7 A
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & y$ v+ d3 R/ ?7 j4 h! z, h
* M) T2 A9 p( ~ aFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 6 \: P( V1 P0 v3 p7 S
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . e" t2 v' L3 l' D( ~7 y
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 b S; q& b! L
But I could have told you, Vincent, " E* F0 Z; J7 Y& H2 j( N M
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' }2 k* M- C# `- n9 _Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % y/ \7 e* F$ @
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, [$ v+ a0 U7 g3 J" T o
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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/ M- l" `% H8 U! {( h9 cNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 J- l& P1 f0 w% C$ D) K1 l2 y5 [How you suffered for you sanity,* Y! H0 d) P! U. W% B* n
How you tried to set them free,
. W: X0 i+ D# I% I$ gThey would not listen they're not listening still, % r/ z" d; E9 ~7 i. E/ A7 B- o
Perhaps they never will. |
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