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6 u3 ]2 C+ B# j. M( SStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 U0 ]: Q! i+ c0 I
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 e# E5 P# s! m; A
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: _0 M# {* u$ @- V9 i
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
h( }1 t7 N: a# b2 UNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
) v! \+ R, C) `8 U0 r* O5 xHow you suffered for you sanity, * i+ L- {4 L# z% F
How you tried to set them free,
; z0 o& t+ R. [8 \ zThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' z* s) M' \& J- }9 r; T# ?Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, % V( X9 A. D- z. Y) q: ]6 w
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 G7 \6 R. r8 C9 _$ \" y7 }
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ) ^" O" ? p4 C) S% \; l, k) O( a
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : M* |. C# H2 I b* D
2 I v( i% B2 ~For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 F6 k% w0 s/ K/ xAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' H/ H9 e# y+ W$ u/ \You took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 m0 n) `5 ?' A4 ~: w9 OBut I could have told you, Vincent,
; e: P$ _% D: \7 V* P4 FThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! ^) U( B8 B: X4 l# D4 k
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, x, _% c- P9 J, c7 O. yFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 [: D* A) E0 z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 I \/ j3 H7 Y$ O- d8 {The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. L- o$ ^0 X- J {
* C, ^% J1 O9 C/ v2 i" VNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ r, h$ V* ?- B) s
How you suffered for you sanity,) E& t; R; @6 ], P( |( g
How you tried to set them free, : P' s8 T( A- I+ x
They would not listen they're not listening still, 2 ^7 Z5 z. l2 L/ n
Perhaps they never will. |
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