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5 U# \, S' ?7 r- a9 wStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' P3 z, \9 a, w5 P$ }; a6 w
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! k, h$ o0 g; Z5 V% w B2 oShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& q' T9 S) _( y7 j y
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : V2 ^* L8 t$ C" @
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,$ c' c& e% E% x; ?' i
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 |; @ E0 C0 x+ I" IHow you tried to set them free,
3 B# z+ K# {; L6 R6 E$ @ k" b7 K% rThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! F# b! ?8 M2 F( ~) q3 sStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! z5 v2 E& O8 O0 L, ]! D+ X& k+ kSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) y/ x; G c! C8 z( _
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 h" G2 m+ y9 z) G. f" c
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 5 [; o$ V2 ], ~$ E8 u% S. v, n
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" A. h( Y& K8 VYou took your life as lovers ofter do, " Z0 X r" a, i( ?1 t- M- u
But I could have told you, Vincent,
2 i. r% v% B1 b8 h% F2 IThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! `/ z% x; r- ?1 ^
- U+ f# G) \) [- HStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# }/ ^$ D( H8 dFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , U0 O, w& f8 Q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 k1 p9 E b4 ^( KThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + q7 a0 r8 L9 x$ i; m* H9 v" A
& Z* |8 S) [( ]3 CNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
) `! k4 G) M+ @. T/ B7 ~* ~How you suffered for you sanity,
8 n- a+ z# G7 p3 l0 y# F& `1 uHow you tried to set them free, 4 n ~6 P8 ^8 S$ ~$ D) i8 u8 t/ M
They would not listen they're not listening still, 3 l9 j$ x" e3 }) k; \% ~* |9 u1 T
Perhaps they never will. |
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