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7 j/ g2 }+ s6 T2 p! t' d' S2 XStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; I) ?4 g! A% w/ r
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( W; e# Q/ y% ?8 {
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 q, k; g w1 j1 d' M7 X
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 h7 X% w: _1 g* C& d( [; Q" @
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
, u+ k+ M7 P2 t4 K2 m, J. bHow you suffered for you sanity,
* S1 l* b. R3 O' v5 MHow you tried to set them free,
! y4 F3 W/ ^7 i+ |9 u7 WThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 Z# \9 b: L0 C+ @
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% p7 t) c4 y5 D, L; Q$ P" rSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + b5 _+ S% {$ L
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( G/ |3 C& R3 ?, Y$ T
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 B4 X2 b. H2 \* H; @: _& x: ]$ n
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, $ M- g* g0 g8 B+ S: e& |* t
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) A5 U& l# N3 d; {& Z- V* P
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 u4 V& A+ Z4 Z5 T4 F& d2 |
But I could have told you, Vincent, 7 {. V+ f8 S- @% u3 T2 I$ K7 Q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & L3 V$ V" j5 }7 a
/ l a* j9 c5 i1 H \2 Q* R" aStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: [3 F8 A+ D" K* b, I3 {Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % D3 N% X# [3 Q$ f, X$ E
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ u6 U5 _' B% c+ t0 uThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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/ C# f; |' g5 T/ C2 _6 s! {8 CNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
7 w- ], j" {2 [- M5 N5 w* k9 v/ \How you suffered for you sanity,( ^) n1 D! ]* b" g) Q6 Y {
How you tried to set them free,
+ F3 U3 W8 t! q' ?2 B5 CThey would not listen they're not listening still, 5 x% \$ y0 F* h/ G
Perhaps they never will. |
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