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) s* q @$ J. S9 [3 y6 O/ OStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 s6 R8 E# c1 Q& } H: _! m) y
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' h. v" S4 i8 y$ D
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 O0 R- q7 n% r' K% \" K0 ~; |
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " o( e, h0 w5 Z% B0 {
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,4 O* Y( X2 ?( r; ~" Y$ O2 p
How you suffered for you sanity, 5 D- Y3 t, |' Y, o# x& X
How you tried to set them free, ( U. n' l% Q8 d3 M' O
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 A. U; }+ Q" u$ `6 GStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 n4 n0 s1 `' Q. F; gSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) d) |$ ?, K$ LColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * t+ `4 b1 P }
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 M7 f# A; v- N" b
$ t3 N9 N& S7 J) XFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 }6 a+ v, s" w4 O
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- ]9 v. h* Y1 @. JYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 r: @ c, A* B" C
But I could have told you, Vincent,
- v3 ?; a6 q& ZThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % y* \" i: ~$ g1 c- |" i0 O
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( H$ _. H6 f9 N5 K3 K+ QLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . v7 l, g$ `; F0 p h
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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. U3 `1 N% Z9 z- \% PNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ) F7 H8 l8 J. ?" i, w3 r+ @; {( @) g
How you suffered for you sanity,
( q) j) ]7 W) b$ I6 \How you tried to set them free, $ X1 H d- ] b$ z1 Z
They would not listen they're not listening still,
- R$ d# O; h9 a; t6 t& q9 V% ?) }Perhaps they never will. |
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