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' J3 y+ e# f; ^: iStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : r" c0 D. B, k3 ]. n3 e
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% D2 D2 _. l- n3 H' XShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 I7 L2 B" m9 a0 P- s3 eCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + w$ V! ^+ _# G- c& f) U0 u
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,! l) O$ {+ L" ^* K |8 t, m
How you suffered for you sanity, $ i0 v# S4 ]. q) s# a; M) i) Z
How you tried to set them free, 9 s" s7 V7 }$ N; P; M
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 i8 G+ m1 g2 L/ [ i" o" t7 J
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' s b# n7 r8 e$ a* YSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! A: X! e: | l/ i
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
W) r4 i: E# W8 S/ VWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 Q* i" v1 S! U6 ?; a( |
: d0 {/ ~, }/ N+ j" o; i6 D1 GFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; x: r" a2 F( o$ EAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - D1 ]% @4 ?& Y s
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 L. M9 T: x" b
But I could have told you, Vincent, 9 C6 M9 n" ^2 g+ X+ ^" w# T9 s
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' I& e7 ~3 i; j& i
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. F1 t& s0 Y, D
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" S' w2 [: {( ^( ^( }+ jThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, & p {% r+ B# `9 F% N4 [
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 k8 L j1 K# Q' x# `3 D9 [# nHow you tried to set them free,
9 Y1 z; }6 V r9 D RThey would not listen they're not listening still, S* W9 L4 k* P3 N9 F4 H
Perhaps they never will. |
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