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) q" v7 B7 T/ [% A( {2 lStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 }2 Y" o* ^& ?% e, p$ S% w C/ Z/ X
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " N, J/ j. h; _; `, J
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: d7 h4 F& b# uCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 Y0 _+ d3 C- C( |3 q) Q/ B4 r
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,+ U) y% o8 y& x- [/ h j4 v, d
How you suffered for you sanity, 1 B. M% N7 a/ f& r9 C
How you tried to set them free, $ o' |& a) @9 n3 R
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; T: \% f8 ]. Z7 O( U' X7 b* {
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 V/ P' M; ^% ~6 h {8 vSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 c" ]4 {, {! Z I6 H# R, r4 q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 T! P. l8 ?' k+ y) G5 T0 xWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # x/ y6 W8 X# f C2 \% Y; B9 U% ~
, o3 n& W9 }8 a$ |2 U6 JFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
. M2 {$ ~& D0 j6 X# u0 UAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 L8 U- ^2 n3 w$ Q4 s) f" X% J8 p1 _
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 A% m& ?+ N, n# a9 ]$ KBut I could have told you, Vincent, ; _* j' ?* X$ k2 j
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; G) ~2 W# K9 Q& s4 Z
/ ]- q/ ?# L3 k4 N1 x% Z. LStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . b+ z) N- J! B" l7 W% f8 t1 T
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 ^! N6 P% W# W* @0 k GLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 K3 a: t) V1 C
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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& a9 q& Q# i; x) G' xNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
6 G$ {1 O* Z( r4 L' w/ y' GHow you suffered for you sanity,
" y4 C+ |* d. P: t( ` VHow you tried to set them free, , D; l9 m* r- R: Q- s" U6 N6 T5 B
They would not listen they're not listening still,
+ i$ i" u/ W- T* J9 d* @ w) YPerhaps they never will. |
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