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! b% V7 v& F" ?$ k: t& BStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 v% v1 c9 F4 q3 m; k0 sLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 c: i) ]/ U# [" d9 qShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 ^# L( \! [' ^- a- [. OCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 _4 E7 ] w( ~2 S
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
, I2 z# ]$ {) A* m" ?2 JHow you suffered for you sanity, D+ K; V: B6 k; y, ^% |
How you tried to set them free, 7 {8 N0 v' C# G# _$ {
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : t9 w7 H; E- J7 g
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( z6 g. f @. q# S- c4 \Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . o3 H- B+ o' m8 {, L1 C
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: v& H8 F* q% j0 f w) v. }) D8 [Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; U3 j' ?/ k$ F3 E, l6 V
L8 C) [/ [+ j$ NFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 ~* _: X, ]$ IAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! p1 Q- M) ] K1 Y2 T/ F$ z9 m% l
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
) G t4 l, p- }% Y( i8 W9 `. ABut I could have told you, Vincent,
* U \) h1 {. e% O" ~8 Z( @; HThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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: u: ?% t4 z3 O0 B7 _& c" zStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 O. |, {+ f* O/ v& x1 |
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# [; j: D, d5 ~9 z" Y& z+ M9 M: S# QLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# U. z( Y" B: N+ g3 [The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Y5 b2 ^$ y; Q* sNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 3 H2 |# i0 J' f: {$ h
How you suffered for you sanity, n' P' x# G8 \: Y4 W2 b G& Q
How you tried to set them free,
* S% \, `/ D- o: lThey would not listen they're not listening still, " M2 i8 Z5 ?' ~! m. C/ n
Perhaps they never will. |
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