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4 ~- i6 l) Z2 K+ z% b7 c" OStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 B- p. r f" l
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% O3 I0 Y& ?( b& KShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ A' i% H: w. E* d Y9 F/ f
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 s' q4 z9 Z3 {! ~9 ONow I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 n2 ~. L2 ^' y% S" K$ e# hHow you suffered for you sanity, ! `. C$ q u' O# O% Q- K+ p
How you tried to set them free,
" l5 o$ W8 ~1 |. }/ |0 I) |They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 B) y& u- \9 r) A8 KStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 m9 k+ v: H: Q2 `3 l; F6 z3 s
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
: I4 ~% f$ y; LColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 Y( y% L2 l! r8 G
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # t8 ^# t5 I% G9 k8 C4 |1 U
) C6 \; q. D- {, N; G' I! TFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 I+ j( i8 r" z9 c4 F1 D1 ^
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & n! c3 j) e; }( \) X: k$ s
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
: S, S7 }7 y. Z& wBut I could have told you, Vincent,
! `1 ^5 R+ C0 A! a7 I; AThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 z' r0 T8 S2 g) g
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ k7 [. B$ }( X9 x8 u, pFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 Q) } n' d8 \! ~Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 o7 V% X# R1 d5 b7 c+ l
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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, E) B* Y( w+ e: UNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
4 @ Y- f8 j" L& d; e yHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 d7 l( u( j. l8 P# l7 {How you tried to set them free, 6 F h. q: W8 i( F; U) b
They would not listen they're not listening still, , a. Y2 v2 @7 Z. r3 Y8 r& V; G
Perhaps they never will. |
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