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2 w( C% B4 m4 e& k0 |Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ I* n; V) }7 p% t
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & q9 H2 I& {9 e; y" v* E
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 P8 i5 t) K: ~3 dCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # J/ U# e% Q9 h7 O p
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
; e j4 o, D3 z: D! n6 m% R- X7 `! r3 ?How you suffered for you sanity, 3 R: H5 X" r& P! H E( @8 C
How you tried to set them free,
2 C: r; w- x, }& Q- PThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; }% X8 e& Q5 c4 ~% }) B! a# X% T+ D4 ^Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, y4 }3 w4 X% LSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" T/ m k* ]3 `7 ^9 w7 U3 fColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" f( u& j+ x3 L: VWeathered 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, 2 x% Z, y) [% J0 J
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 k L& v$ P' ~7 I8 b! w7 E+ q
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 z; H2 t+ T* q; f6 q2 B5 e& Y0 UBut I could have told you, Vincent,
+ F, {5 A$ H0 {: s1 SThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; ~' Y3 k! S! F) M: X
+ Z/ N& g/ E( A( cStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * g5 \. U( |4 n9 `8 ]) z8 i1 g
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ o- s0 {& m+ U6 b I' u- ~# `Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& K2 C# |& z) q4 @The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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) k! P( v' G; b& S& N2 {5 NNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 2 E; L4 {( R: o4 h6 g5 e
How you suffered for you sanity,( ^5 `8 n9 [- a4 k8 p6 e
How you tried to set them free, 0 k- a; I/ k2 X4 C$ W
They would not listen they're not listening still, 5 F! f# W% }) p& q: K: L/ t
Perhaps they never will. |
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