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1 O) t; h! `) u( u4 I; Q4 I( oStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, * n( x8 [6 k. F
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 o% h2 T9 b! N- ^% T
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; y5 x$ h/ [$ K7 z8 ~ @; }. N. l/ S+ mCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; B% H) S+ @0 o* ~7 l
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
' j) d7 `7 M! i/ Y4 [0 AHow you suffered for you sanity,
0 I, m e, L$ O4 L5 J( L8 d9 J, G: wHow you tried to set them free,
1 Z' j3 Z7 ~% V: ]They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 }$ V9 h' {2 |( z+ g J
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ ]9 P4 Q. q0 I; u* [
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 g( v1 ^* v2 g4 b" P+ @0 x$ OColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 f$ T/ a% n- z9 U0 J5 E
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' n$ v6 {5 x2 b+ f9 }/ x) J3 t
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, * K, X9 k4 F! f
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! I# X: z$ D" V9 OYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 p4 y6 G7 ?# S3 ^; e7 x3 eBut I could have told you, Vincent,
5 n. V+ \+ W' A. D% } a2 wThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' C- s0 D% M0 @& N/ O6 Q t
6 C" m) D! ]5 } WStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ O/ G- S( l, N+ v: z; j* M( T
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 p& q8 N9 n7 sLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 `" D7 r; X9 u3 A+ w* L8 E3 @
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # F; S. r: l" h3 {
1 J8 c5 x7 {% k7 D0 R" B0 ~Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 V" y. c, O& T; \$ }+ s3 e- T
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 K w" P0 M ]1 c+ {9 D" B1 `; Q! d# \How you tried to set them free,
6 g) Q% X4 a2 r2 u. hThey would not listen they're not listening still, ! `+ d: O5 u6 F( G# c0 Q! d- J; k
Perhaps they never will. |
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