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( b* ?/ @7 u4 ]0 n& T& m8 ]Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . ], Q4 H! X8 n+ _
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- K& C- H' b9 a5 E1 Z6 n; c' zShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 U5 Y6 \) [, pCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 i: t1 c+ q3 O) D ?7 B2 gNow I understand what you tried to say to me,3 n; r) n( j9 f' p N1 U
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 e1 b' ]( k; x# yHow you tried to set them free, 8 ?; X% b2 O9 @. \3 L. Z
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, a- ^1 v. i8 S% [+ U4 A7 dStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 ~& L% v% e& }7 n8 I+ r [ I2 |
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! w4 T) [- R% b3 G6 bColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + G. l0 ~0 c# Z+ Y q, h" ^
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % _. B6 R/ S7 L* n6 K) a! k' p/ f
6 W7 n" \- }+ n) d5 h) p( bFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
5 c3 q/ |" W6 z( K, \ S) g/ [( vAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - C0 n3 z4 m4 C
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 ^" n" `+ D) ~3 C# C! ]2 a9 i
But I could have told you, Vincent,
( L1 s4 v) h8 q, Q. ^This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 n1 x% H) v7 u |
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 K' B: S& o6 R% |+ L3 GFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ q: q% I, e7 A" I+ oLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ R2 ?' y2 t7 N) r' s2 x7 g
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,
( d9 r. B4 Z. F8 fHow you suffered for you sanity,( N: _* N/ _- @. c9 R
How you tried to set them free,
" B8 m5 ?6 J5 M FThey would not listen they're not listening still, - E+ C2 v9 N# p1 G
Perhaps they never will. |
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