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, X- `4 h- s2 n7 X6 s) UStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " G% l* _* z4 p
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 s+ ?8 }1 F' ]/ U5 k' H$ i
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. c) K; F6 T/ D& X: ^9 E
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 S4 Q2 S% G H" B- \
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,' u3 }% n& l, t" O) A$ A
How you suffered for you sanity, + a- t( L# T4 x" t; e3 H/ J1 T
How you tried to set them free,
* X% r; |) i3 G5 Q' O2 I- v- iThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . t( K! ~- o) C) u0 V8 L& m
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . h6 X: G+ l- L8 q7 M: B0 a
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; G2 v2 M! [% y: z7 ^. yColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; w, I4 n+ M; z# X! x( iWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. I S1 d6 w: K* c3 }: ^+ l& V
B+ b: D, ^8 |For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 t Y# E) k9 S2 J
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . ^1 X% c1 C+ c0 m! y( P8 u
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 k7 C8 e" C% c0 ^But I could have told you, Vincent,
# w7 Z' ] C+ I: E, SThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , [2 ?6 V+ n1 D- o4 `, X
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 S: S- {& |- k X4 D. ILike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 ~& [$ w2 i( e' G
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 } T* v- J5 w. F3 w- u0 q( U! h
" u( s) L$ S- z$ v3 |Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
7 ?1 G" d* z9 @( R( j1 w7 n! bHow you suffered for you sanity,
* k$ m6 a$ ]/ u0 ZHow you tried to set them free,
! } U! E Q$ R. n' N. q0 v! X; fThey would not listen they're not listening still, / }2 o0 ]8 B/ U- L5 Z6 w8 L
Perhaps they never will. |
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