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; m" k1 Y- v) Y$ r! X) m, A% WStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 I3 Q( s: I% \2 l% }Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ @. x6 K; Y: R6 b; [9 P
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# V/ u- [3 F8 [7 \1 r4 f* \Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 a; s% t8 p4 O! g! U# [
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,6 {" u+ ^7 Y/ m1 I& z
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 T+ d$ s8 @# RHow you tried to set them free,
8 i: h6 U* P/ j6 R2 f7 S oThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ P* ?* f3 e% J1 T4 z+ V" bStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 [; h, c8 Z {$ `* w
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 p$ N! b z" v5 `+ ?Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % x/ Y$ z* i5 m" L
Weathered 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, & o/ B! c, ^# s2 W: I7 p, r
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) H, b9 ^ I9 GYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
; Q* o7 {2 _* x% QBut I could have told you, Vincent, ' Y2 l& t3 Y- Y0 f7 D- M" t
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 T {. F8 N* d/ }
+ r9 ^) o# O+ r- oStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - J# z J! ?9 b, R6 C7 O1 s
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 G" X) o* t* z: X7 \) }5 D+ v# H! b RLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 3 l2 c( U: z9 N3 u8 U
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 }- t8 t' i8 X+ x; X! d) ^
& b/ e: g r- n/ e* Q# D7 @ v& MNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
* d, O1 Q2 {& p/ ?* I0 f% H7 ^( F7 o3 yHow you suffered for you sanity,( h; c/ U0 ~/ ?# m, {. h/ K5 P
How you tried to set them free, 9 ~* W# r; V2 H/ L
They would not listen they're not listening still, 3 n A0 }7 D4 P1 W! \3 @0 O! v0 a) x
Perhaps they never will. |
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