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5 w/ U& G& T- ^& CStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; O0 n+ n/ w3 d0 eLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - y$ ], Z4 ?: o8 s. u$ R7 m p6 |
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 p) x c% t/ G3 w$ S6 A) T7 a$ m0 x2 m8 yCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 ~1 m; L G& o$ R/ }/ \: U, ANow I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 d8 P% A' n' U/ NHow you suffered for you sanity,
. T& k7 }) W8 ?: I7 c MHow you tried to set them free, 8 K1 [" z B( z6 G. N* L: G3 _$ V+ M
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( @+ W# l3 V; l& S4 FStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * `/ F6 G. X) E- H& L2 C5 f
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ `) |/ R6 w4 v5 z% H8 I( ]
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 C% ]% M* M/ o' t7 m8 [ I" S# [0 d% h
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : x* v3 X0 L/ j' p j
. y1 `1 y: `" FFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 5 g. C9 | K7 U1 ^2 l, U' B
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" V1 y! r# J& `" _3 oYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 p& x& M e# {- F! c; r# FBut I could have told you, Vincent, # |& C/ m8 @( A. K+ D
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 l7 Z4 Y8 s6 ^6 U
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 L/ ?* L: K, P& c+ c4 s
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , s ], b. L( m S/ p
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 g- L7 O6 S3 h5 MThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + `, Q6 z( ` |! H3 u
' A [. E* Z# q* z5 bNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 A& u, o6 Y* [0 s+ rHow you suffered for you sanity,$ z: z) L- p/ [' r
How you tried to set them free, ( `. P4 l7 Q! O1 `1 j) K% _
They would not listen they're not listening still, ; N! k- I# M! @9 _) {' _7 }0 \
Perhaps they never will. |
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