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9 X! m. e- L/ p9 |! @1 }) e. yStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ F, }% R( p, m! U& CLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - j# {# o1 L9 m# R% Q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% J0 @* b/ f& u* [- s3 Y0 i2 cCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. A% ]+ p8 ^9 l. nNow I understand what you tried to say to me,/ m) x( Z3 [, i: ~9 t+ |
How you suffered for you sanity, 0 W, _& u) z( R8 V8 D' r! c
How you tried to set them free, # c) R. T: |5 r$ ^: b/ J) P# H
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 N! r- a9 d+ F# G1 \9 _
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* I0 U' a1 k5 }6 P2 W5 G/ L9 z" [Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) C: m( Q* {2 i5 A# JColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 F: b3 W' [; j, m+ H2 mWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) M. @; A# J5 V$ Q! f- }
. k1 x# e" q! s$ EFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 2 D7 x% s/ A, l' A- O
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , n! f L& u6 `3 X0 E
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
# F& E; S2 D% p& h) RBut I could have told you, Vincent, ; }/ _0 \3 Q0 s& M, A6 q$ \" ]
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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2 A! o$ L* u- Q9 |& m3 eStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % \5 Y3 a% G2 j) @0 n
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 V! _3 w! z4 \5 M& k3 R+ V0 j* DLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - @3 T# _8 q" j I# \$ y8 N* ~
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " e. C/ u- Z @) w2 Q; a$ j
& ` J& i1 a+ i& DNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 8 J, A# K4 K9 ?; q( r0 K
How you suffered for you sanity,8 j! o, g, N" m; b" P" ~# N2 v! E" g
How you tried to set them free, + h% r+ m$ B2 O% N3 P
They would not listen they're not listening still, 7 P9 w, T. t* G- ^1 t6 r3 y
Perhaps they never will. |
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