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/ W3 H1 f' y) c; z/ ]4 N9 RStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; D! `$ E& \, H D4 o8 W# _2 [
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( ~) C. P" v6 Z% O$ V
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 J+ e9 F! O- g$ q2 K$ z% D
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 F9 h1 V7 ^& d @Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 v4 y# h' ]/ E2 _How you suffered for you sanity, " \# N# n9 a) ` s/ [, i E
How you tried to set them free, 6 `- C$ A% q" f, c! L% T
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. c1 D, d4 c' p8 l/ }) B' ]& c
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 T8 K% M& {/ x' ~$ tSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) c/ g' ^" j9 F& o% Y1 h6 \9 H) z
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' V- Q. X1 P3 J5 r k' P
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( P% l! v7 ~7 A, a Y
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 [( Y/ ^% T; G. j! H+ OAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 C, v/ U7 k* W! v! B D' A7 v1 T
You took your life as lovers ofter do, " b7 y4 L' l- ~
But I could have told you, Vincent,
6 n3 Y8 y/ r) R2 g/ l# Y$ }. dThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. " {, E- g6 c3 Q+ W: U: H* R
) I8 d9 s1 S# A$ L" b% V. w1 MStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # g7 l( m# t9 Z4 u
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 i4 ~3 ]" c0 a2 I/ v4 ? RLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, % d: c+ ~" h4 V7 _) M+ `( B6 _
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - |1 X8 G- P; H. J/ a4 _
7 H* v B. ~0 C* T0 [) xNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, : B) c% c. ~) F% |( p( v9 W
How you suffered for you sanity,
- K3 m. M; C r7 V5 O! h% ?How you tried to set them free,
9 Y8 ^. n! w1 H3 \6 M# JThey would not listen they're not listening still, 1 ]" A. W4 K% m4 ^7 _% V( z0 O0 _
Perhaps they never will. |
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