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( i& Y+ B* f' F; M' C" ~Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 j2 g, w* A S4 R
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ D' E4 L1 m0 g: N9 k1 e" fShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* I. {# H; M. }
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
5 [5 s7 x, q; m* E J+ LNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 ~1 F/ q+ V* h2 fHow you suffered for you sanity, ; `4 S! C# K5 {1 H, D l7 Y
How you tried to set them free,
$ @3 D) b3 } ]: HThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ u9 l1 E& y) OStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* q- i4 `; C7 C5 I4 F; F/ H- X MSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& y: n/ y4 v* _Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ q$ o) C3 M5 o! }Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : _. ~! q* i, ?
4 B. j6 n$ W8 `8 `# T9 b# JFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ' p% u) B) K* Y/ G4 j6 ]
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, P& e7 Y; e! B* ?4 j4 Z4 K8 s
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ( _- R5 ~) A1 C; g% x0 k
But I could have told you, Vincent, : l7 n/ |+ ~: u" c; b) V; i1 P
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # S( P8 ]5 X M* d0 W
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 `3 P8 b+ O9 W9 w' ]) X7 L, S8 B
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 H4 Y8 U- V- ]: d7 A6 sLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; Z1 {! [7 Y/ m7 k6 v1 x1 KThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & |- ]1 W1 o( j1 q; e
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, # X/ H9 P5 H3 R3 i% p
How you suffered for you sanity,
( K! ]/ z/ C1 H" D+ AHow you tried to set them free,
" W5 z7 A; k4 H4 m+ s I3 p$ mThey would not listen they're not listening still, " y% ?+ C9 p z5 N9 i. p- A, Z! p
Perhaps they never will. |
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