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! V6 I4 O# `9 k+ l$ W4 BStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! L: H9 V% l$ ^. H4 [
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 a/ P1 `1 @2 L
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" G4 o" s; s/ _! U4 wCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, M; W, L2 U# uNow I understand what you tried to say to me,- w* j* O' U9 \& n6 G, ]8 Q6 Q
How you suffered for you sanity,
) ?+ W8 B& J# L0 b; ?) w! XHow you tried to set them free,
+ E2 r3 S4 e% J$ d. k; iThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* ? a. }/ @8 H4 eStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & Y" f1 y. T7 `1 `: C) g: t- |' }
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ R' t6 M! A% kColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # Z4 r/ D w2 q; }6 ^1 A: h
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - ?! ]$ k/ o' [* _! q& _
7 O3 C! @& n3 B! z# KFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 9 O$ q: t0 X+ o; t$ U' Q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / s# j! `$ V* l0 l' e) a; _. p
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 g) N5 v1 \+ ]2 x0 B: F4 |7 }6 oBut I could have told you, Vincent,
9 V" Y, z0 |5 P( T; a+ RThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # a/ k4 k3 x6 f5 y% @* D9 V
4 i' s9 P7 v+ a. H \8 {# V% RStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 @& l) a8 Y0 T8 B) C! sFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 F+ p/ g) n; Y6 z# i, S. d+ QLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " X" ]3 {! p2 n) K
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,
4 D) Z3 T7 A; o S- E, o4 _$ yHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 S# c% g+ B- f/ Z8 c. MHow you tried to set them free, ( l+ H" z' a0 A# I T% f1 [
They would not listen they're not listening still,
' b+ d" R* F- h- p6 t; VPerhaps they never will. |
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