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/ w7 Q- }* U) F' [! YStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! b: h8 w8 s4 L+ w5 l/ F1 X R
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 }" s7 r" q& E! q9 P" H6 p+ vShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 v/ p, [! p) ?+ C: n
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
d! n; g B) T2 MNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 U2 G5 V: `: s8 Y% [5 qHow you suffered for you sanity, , _! a* y/ E3 P( w+ c3 N9 x, E
How you tried to set them free,
6 w, K6 _% \8 J& u; ~) H( tThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 w; s9 n# t2 Y- G5 e2 SStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : F; ~8 u& t, w) P/ [2 Q( U7 W6 z* A
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, r5 y/ l# X4 YColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 P, S7 Z' I7 ~. l/ c4 {
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,
8 |; p- ]5 {4 V$ {% Y7 V" T: @; ?" VAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' r7 w+ c# K( R7 TYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ; x' F! ~$ {! y3 x
But I could have told you, Vincent, % E; T0 G0 k( S2 @7 X
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 _# ~) M& A# _) O4 @) C
- V; ^0 j, e* O. B' G( UStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . [4 d! y R2 u% i$ l D
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; J3 p, l+ `7 l4 j7 C( C: X; F3 \Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# L1 A- C/ ~( W( M; F5 R O# ^The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 }1 H' ^% a) @0 G2 S; g/ THow you suffered for you sanity,
4 R, [$ t1 s; P* O7 hHow you tried to set them free,
0 }' H$ k5 R$ b+ y( C; D$ WThey would not listen they're not listening still, 2 w$ ^4 g5 u/ {7 y8 h
Perhaps they never will. |
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