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2 P- D0 G* O7 l; LStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 T) [- N) H3 `2 x& B4 h! _
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& q4 I. Q$ k) h, }: ?1 E+ `Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- b9 H: c e$ E
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 |/ d7 q9 A0 \2 L: N( ?- bNow I understand what you tried to say to me,2 \; g( W- G. N$ i5 K2 Q8 f/ S
How you suffered for you sanity, , V* ]2 j9 P1 B) B+ }
How you tried to set them free, ' x' s: b9 l* S
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" S% X( q ]. M% y+ u7 {: eStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - n- j( [$ F/ K3 W/ t2 ?6 b+ q
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
2 G. H7 ]6 i6 |# o2 o5 C' k, WColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " I, j, T* B; c* h3 H
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & L4 G) i' h. ?# g( a8 H
- F' T2 k; l0 I( LFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, , u' w! N$ y% U$ ]
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 A9 h; W+ g* ^6 e( X ]
You took your life as lovers ofter do, % }1 x: ^6 c: \9 N
But I could have told you, Vincent, Z% s. z l3 Y+ N' w4 V
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. " h" s/ Y7 \3 \9 Q+ y6 s( D/ v
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 l* D% y5 {% t) [ i$ a6 @/ h6 cFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - v1 F+ w2 G3 E+ d; a6 I
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 w b w) }) _) iThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , ^* \& u0 q/ Z6 D) j& V8 q/ ^
8 I1 L/ g6 c$ k' W- QNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, * ^, {7 F+ W5 l" j: ^; f* Q' |9 x
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ ?9 B/ P% h3 s6 i4 fHow you tried to set them free,
3 Q; ?$ e) Q3 x3 {3 y$ {They would not listen they're not listening still,
' N3 }: \+ @2 S% h7 F0 }Perhaps they never will. |
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