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+ s: c k, M0 X9 N( o3 XStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , G5 J- a" Z- n2 l2 W+ O$ V
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 }3 @, i1 P+ O7 ^Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 M# L- C+ f! P) b" v' h4 wCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( E6 V; e# g# i$ P7 ]
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 G+ @" j, ]1 }How you suffered for you sanity, / T3 G: `# E, _' d& F
How you tried to set them free,
* y+ @% M4 ]1 T- KThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # o$ J4 j) M0 ^2 A8 c1 t
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& ]! X2 O4 D- |3 D8 S% i' Z0 A" fSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
2 h, X1 G0 `0 O. f F) H" tColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / H7 x7 w( }7 ` V1 u) @. P. Z
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 \: [: G2 L0 F* C4 y3 i$ X, p
' M. N8 d, ?3 d" r: jFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 5 J a3 g$ a% f) [( T) q* `1 r. z
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 [3 {* f: C2 r6 \( `9 R0 J
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
: B2 \2 H, F0 QBut I could have told you, Vincent, ) c- A f E: O2 e% M% t5 m
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : V2 [% P4 r. i# X0 S
% P/ I$ G; D/ F8 V F; nStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # C+ x6 Y! s! b9 {/ b: |
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 U+ J h! q2 t) m5 ^1 v) PLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 J+ _3 l2 b- K) [5 N% P ^. CThe 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, 2 a/ ~; g, b8 u6 g0 p, ]
How you suffered for you sanity,, [- i6 u0 `: F& \9 A9 X& J. Y% P
How you tried to set them free, / Q* R0 U H/ C- r! W2 z; w
They would not listen they're not listening still,
- k0 u( D0 G/ O7 C h" m0 PPerhaps they never will. |
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