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' @- e- J; M, m6 }2 XStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, * B1 V. w" K1 W! b6 B# p& U% S0 O
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ {0 u$ }2 L5 ? g. tShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& W8 j8 a1 j+ y; NCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' S3 I8 ?8 @# U) J$ T
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
* ]& W9 @3 C- J3 G6 }How you suffered for you sanity,
* l" v. |8 U4 J$ R1 U2 c0 hHow you tried to set them free,
5 _3 ] N+ Q, ZThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' @; J3 l* `) O% m" HStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . O2 G% V% p9 O, Q- A
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / q. d& w. S1 ] |+ U7 K9 k
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : f/ E6 X" U2 R6 s3 ~- ~
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) s. d: ]9 E/ b* h! [
4 Q3 U% S2 s8 H& lFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ' d- Y! c: Q5 t i6 G7 ~8 \( y- S1 U
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 [! L. s9 {5 L: P; d! v2 \. i
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 f, g6 k& R6 T& r! n
But I could have told you, Vincent, ; o8 l0 d; @" K( R& a( c' V
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. P r0 |/ T' e6 ]Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 F2 D; W1 Z# r( E( iLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : t1 H4 e6 \: \" X X& {
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - [5 ]) `2 E. d/ F! Y8 D" E& a
: ]* ]. W9 m, ]1 x' F0 u* \Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, * y, ]+ [* v$ f2 y
How you suffered for you sanity,1 s$ i4 P) z& \
How you tried to set them free,
, i" u5 U2 w9 @' X3 N }' lThey would not listen they're not listening still, ; K$ d5 z1 e2 F6 E I& E1 L
Perhaps they never will. |
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