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+ m- `9 j2 A& Y& w' f1 T0 sStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 K4 x# Q% O4 W; X
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" n% h" K N4 M) FShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 ]- ^) a! s5 |1 J* u: v( QCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) N( ^' q, E [5 NNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 d+ a: D! `, p7 THow you suffered for you sanity, w) ~2 i2 G9 T3 p
How you tried to set them free, 6 f8 J; q5 {: T4 Q
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' x6 x6 R | F1 K! k7 z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * P2 p) V9 i8 `5 ^6 P: ^
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; p: \% K+ z9 o. _1 z6 U$ [Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 U$ h4 k c3 {& h! ZWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 6 Y$ \3 ?4 Q, G
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # h1 S1 I e8 [5 U- H' i: U
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 [: S' C$ x c7 T8 |5 K1 g
But I could have told you, Vincent, 8 I7 o! @; ^7 h$ V
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & K* a5 Z9 E1 U& q$ z/ L
9 T. L& z, Y" R: d7 W ]; x( gStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 ]7 C# }- w1 @
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % a+ d( n3 q& ]8 p. b2 _
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' S& f! e" T4 X( q7 }; t" P9 tThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / R$ u# f# G. Q" t
( e4 S% _6 o8 s% v+ D" wNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
4 E& b! d% A2 e, j( iHow you suffered for you sanity,
' ?; X- S: _, ^7 RHow you tried to set them free, ) C+ _5 O3 D+ [+ S5 ?8 O+ h& D
They would not listen they're not listening still,
- s1 o3 V: B5 q ~( X# k0 O- _Perhaps they never will. |
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