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2 J4 y% p; j. ]) V9 |2 LStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / O/ `; V; P6 Y- s' F Q; L
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: C, I* `( F+ l+ M" o1 AShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- |8 ~' X: Z! F4 i2 X+ l' d
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
8 O4 T; ]& h' c6 q1 v' `Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 i3 H% }" A( |1 eHow you suffered for you sanity,
, d5 _- p" |0 J) h4 b1 [6 I- a( M! vHow you tried to set them free,
) U7 M# m; ^; h" eThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 `$ L1 v1 `7 g3 j* K' w% {( a# }
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # I0 ?* f2 i; h+ K
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " s7 _2 o5 [6 W$ }8 V6 h. s' [% r
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; Q% Y; S3 q" K, J; jWeathered 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,
' i& o9 Z4 ?% v8 n8 A: Z/ m& {* @Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * d$ d: v9 F5 [0 w
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ( z7 h I0 D. I4 M' j9 \3 _9 z
But I could have told you, Vincent, 4 _* o% M. z! O) k2 C
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! ?+ c, y( e% [. m$ M* x% a
3 C& B( n6 ]& X; ]# o3 c6 ^Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 `8 C; b8 o5 N$ SFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
L V, V4 H: o, p* BLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 ] t+ W( z0 {$ {9 UThe 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, / l' K5 b T8 T1 `
How you suffered for you sanity, M7 e6 d4 l" K
How you tried to set them free,
# H% p8 } b' ~: m# v. sThey would not listen they're not listening still, 4 k' Q J0 R7 ~
Perhaps they never will. |
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