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$ T* d h# D! e7 |* v6 ^Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, T g; O3 A# {
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " w0 ~# L r+ |$ v0 y5 B9 h( t
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% a F, v0 V1 o( z2 W
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; }! F G5 \( V( p9 {9 ANow I understand what you tried to say to me,# L2 ?8 p! O( b; H
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ }7 a8 m' |; K3 f0 MHow you tried to set them free, 7 d- @% ]5 T& f' S% f; [5 w
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- T1 k$ q) C s" M) q! e$ W2 SStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; r- n+ A) A/ c0 pSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& \6 W) _; |% s$ A% M- n* rColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 F, A' _, c/ @* e) oWeathered 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,
; M8 n4 o8 x8 d' M- HAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, L" }! \, n2 h d$ P1 _- i4 B
You took your life as lovers ofter do, * q3 o. y1 p2 I' g# M: e# z# T- k4 a
But I could have told you, Vincent, ! t' Q0 I$ f* E% L' F' G3 s
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! j3 l& n# X7 m
% U/ {7 O# `" U+ ?Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 l/ F; O& u: e( s3 y* i" b+ N% {
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 J7 F7 w- L8 K* D" w" e
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , ], J0 a6 m' u
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, ( @* G$ L4 i7 _
How you suffered for you sanity,
- R6 u( D' U1 }( N5 z. I+ dHow you tried to set them free,
: r1 l6 [* ?, u7 o% b- h; l, {$ tThey would not listen they're not listening still, 4 G( L4 y8 P; {. J/ G' X
Perhaps they never will. |
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