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) y S6 Z7 O" [3 ]9 B, j2 uStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # X- v q, Y, H" _/ ?. s% ~
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " _( h3 g$ k, R1 R) y8 m
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- {" h7 F& w7 f7 F( O) A9 k1 e5 \Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
5 y: O2 ^4 M5 T+ G$ {4 xNow I understand what you tried to say to me,4 r7 g+ ~7 X Q
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 q8 O# i' S6 ]" [How you tried to set them free, : R+ C3 `, ]! A L7 k
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 L! f1 [ z3 B5 _. N* I7 mStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / q3 K& Y$ i/ L+ ]- B# f
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - d1 v4 s+ H* e) Y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 u, w" z( [! Y6 Z& x% i4 B5 b) U
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 w8 A5 W2 p5 Z( F
; c0 A9 m& |* f J. T9 E* DFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 2 m* O: F2 o- [7 c6 Q- |
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 l ]1 c7 e u; o; i, b& IYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 G" `9 h# J# w( w5 {! E2 p$ A1 wBut I could have told you, Vincent,
, k2 D! A p* S7 w+ R4 L. dThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! O# Y7 v W" M
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 P& ]8 g! J6 I5 UFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! c! w* X* l$ P) X3 E( }( u5 j$ i, b
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * z+ W6 ?* G; Z; M b1 T0 E
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' J# ^4 `' |! A$ N- j
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
) K9 a" u" L4 pHow you suffered for you sanity," c# ^, s2 z d3 D, c' K3 X
How you tried to set them free, # V+ J; A. e0 _4 M9 N- j; {4 L
They would not listen they're not listening still, 7 B6 q( Z; H' }: J5 ?) y$ ^, g7 e" ~
Perhaps they never will. |
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