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8 P2 s& N$ {9 w6 q* M0 QStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' C& `/ C/ r) Y1 t( B
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 p2 J& j1 h6 R* g: g
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 s$ x% L: c6 r' t) X) \4 q CCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 Q5 ~* g4 m% ~% u* @
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,( ?! V. p; d1 g: D- z
How you suffered for you sanity, * J" `8 l& d- f% M( N1 U' z2 f2 g
How you tried to set them free, # Q( E* H; L6 _, f
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& f& f6 I4 y: c2 L/ _Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - l# ?9 U0 z7 u b3 @
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 v/ ^) x( h0 R4 d z/ @* x. ~Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : {# O6 C/ A' l; _7 L! A) t4 m0 O$ Z
Weathered 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,
& F0 I7 U0 J* j; CAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. H" M4 @% S: F& o# J+ I5 ^You took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 o1 U- p8 Y' j) x8 ^9 H. a: R/ f
But I could have told you, Vincent, z' l/ c1 A/ @( G: G
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! _$ k* G. p0 p7 N/ P( z. S
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& j) B. a6 E: F4 O8 t* j: m, VLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 T* q) E! J' U y4 E* O% JThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 O6 c. V: t) F( o. I
; e( ^" k# h! P% u: kNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 8 }% c: j8 M$ V2 F' R3 O" u
How you suffered for you sanity,
) p$ w- j, ?- h2 E. H, ?How you tried to set them free, + Y: v" j9 @' Z* S! E0 A9 l+ T
They would not listen they're not listening still,
& a% ?/ u; v) RPerhaps they never will. |
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