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5 G' f, J0 m2 fStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, * ]; b6 j6 F" x% o1 M# ?" L
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 A% w, ^! m% N) KShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 o, v5 [8 Q: z9 g* g$ n6 \
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* n/ p% F' s, `Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 N8 Y; s }- L3 w( ~" N$ G% P, UHow you suffered for you sanity,
8 C$ M9 f4 y. r, g" B4 k% NHow you tried to set them free, % u) o# B" M; S, c: l
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # g+ `3 V. N- `
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' _3 g0 }$ a$ J/ lSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 }! i2 y7 Q7 p! a( kColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & e) J+ y$ g$ K' \& L, L- b
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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7 L$ o' U% j: M7 w2 u fFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
% _( Z, Y. Y' {" R4 H* RAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # c0 q$ R" i6 t1 O
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
: l4 ^5 t) s# K4 J( JBut I could have told you, Vincent,
9 i0 t# L8 E# Q z: ]This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 {: o/ N9 L" @9 P! _/ m& J
8 `- |( \ X3 U% R6 U5 F/ NStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : F+ o! E2 ^) h `; X' z8 @* f
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 f6 R7 f! f" k/ ^( T$ F* e. }Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 3 a8 N0 k; W5 i& y
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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( F/ a: C' D4 S- Y( d2 b gNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; o: C `8 H- P- y, gHow you suffered for you sanity,
8 d' I! f6 V$ Q, r: XHow you tried to set them free, * G6 L% d1 m6 t6 F0 S
They would not listen they're not listening still,
0 a: S1 ? P' e( B; O: c) S4 wPerhaps they never will. |
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