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! O: |6 k: f2 T7 BStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + ?: U. L: F4 Q8 u* |
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! m! u1 k, s* N3 yShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 U9 \. O& U. o8 v6 G7 cCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 W0 s% |( x: B" z7 O# _2 ~2 o
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 `9 P% E2 O8 Z' \/ n+ q4 gHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 }- g+ Z4 P- G' w! C; n5 [How you tried to set them free, M5 a2 t) u/ ?% P
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( e( P, ^/ d/ ^& W3 `Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
_3 t3 @) G1 h* n# j3 _$ ySwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ r/ l) q: b4 k) ?7 E
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' Y; v# T; ?1 h2 O+ V# z7 Z% l3 NWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) y! ~7 w+ R S3 O5 N
/ K$ I* ] c/ ?( a9 D7 H% \For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 y' Z. K, q& ]5 \
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 D( e. Y5 t5 I% N! U0 IYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 p% }$ _6 r) n) D9 r( kBut I could have told you, Vincent, 7 P* r, v) [7 G$ B' _
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 o% o. g6 I- O W6 h8 ?
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 T" ?, [1 g9 q( l
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 n5 T2 M* J, c
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( ], t/ r# M+ b: {! A) lThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + X; V1 ^; G2 Q& w6 T, R8 i
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, . R- I/ q( x- F) w7 C4 K
How you suffered for you sanity,
) N' ?/ c! u( c! o% P# lHow you tried to set them free, : O6 r. w; Z. I- w3 J
They would not listen they're not listening still, : a9 `) ?0 r3 p/ b; Y6 U5 i
Perhaps they never will. |
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