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5 B' S$ t# e& }/ z9 P. S7 g3 LStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + y/ R; }" Y; h; G: j7 c1 A
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # ~* Z* u( w, e; i( m
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! `' B8 `3 O2 J, a' i* UCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 X; |/ L" k" ?, r
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,- {# g( ?4 \+ u0 i& E
How you suffered for you sanity, - @1 h4 w7 D% M6 [5 ^
How you tried to set them free, 3 k' l% q9 l- r- D1 {3 B
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* e# [3 o$ L" @/ o* Q5 t2 L9 eStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ v2 D6 r. w1 g9 @( k1 i* a( KSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( Z9 D# T: m3 E% G: }" [Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 L: }7 ?9 [8 A2 I! R; OWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 p9 i, n5 f1 H) q/ n/ N
4 B" [5 c( c' d0 dFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, * o8 ?# K% ]2 E8 ^4 [
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ y% f: M3 ^6 I9 K5 b, R. z/ ]& @You took your life as lovers ofter do, ' r. V9 _3 E2 T$ `- P& k
But I could have told you, Vincent, ) u X3 T2 X6 d4 p+ u
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# A4 B: Y2 [) mFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. Z- Y) L! S5 e: j/ L; ^Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, P' `/ u/ F. T+ M" v# oThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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3 Y. P. B1 K& B, g, u& t( wNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, * o5 b8 {) ~* W* ` Z; q' {- d7 m4 E ]
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 p: C& E2 V) xHow you tried to set them free, * Z- H: x8 U( M2 R' @% F& `
They would not listen they're not listening still, s: `* ?! D/ P
Perhaps they never will. |
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