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0 O0 z- D, K; Z4 G. a4 nStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' H3 C9 X6 Y7 q; c, M3 p( L
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! `2 O! _- A0 K. c" U# t. TShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% w( C, t7 Y( N9 w! o
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 @5 S C) I4 w9 E/ w% s9 T; u6 J
Now I understand what you tried to say to me," }; ~+ `& j% f6 b. V
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ j6 i2 F5 X8 o4 CHow you tried to set them free, ) g: ~# D, W& n
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 ~7 Y7 j! ]+ M8 n
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 }" g! X" s- `# |1 }9 x" W
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( a& w+ V6 v; [0 K: BColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 N. O$ r' ^5 Y8 i* zWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; T/ ?0 w G. d0 ^7 {( C
4 f& o4 A8 J. F3 d7 f) AFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, $ x: B2 O5 I2 E" c' N# f
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " V+ ]! ~& Q$ ^3 Y9 ] w
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
& o/ e$ t( s# E. P8 x( c! K2 N4 TBut I could have told you, Vincent,
5 t( X. e2 v2 C) NThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : u+ \; e1 [: D4 F" L6 c5 u% e
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & M p* ]" o' l! c4 H7 |/ Y
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 _5 \0 R( C1 c
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / K+ x: v1 I4 r7 ^8 d6 L6 R5 i
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) w( S4 [, n% A( A2 h
: _) Z B' B0 Q# M+ K- a) hNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
4 V* v1 d Q+ s3 H# FHow you suffered for you sanity,2 y) N- v2 O0 _8 w; X8 n( U* c% o
How you tried to set them free,
/ \: V0 m7 x; L6 _They would not listen they're not listening still, + `/ g, ~/ q V: Y1 D. `3 n
Perhaps they never will. |
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