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' z) E m, K& v* \; E2 kStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 V2 m' T, j/ B/ k$ Q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; g0 h3 C+ m& c) fShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" K) h% A1 ^$ E! Y! z2 kCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 h# C( p" w$ }
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
! Y9 o* i+ a8 i) f* y+ V4 }How you suffered for you sanity, 8 k" _) n- W; S% n) w
How you tried to set them free, % j% I0 G5 m3 F+ i, i
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 V4 O2 y! o) ?+ a# v' vStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; h. v- I' h. C5 G+ o
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
|3 R4 `( f1 S# X7 ~! hColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& }5 U9 @8 H, r/ QWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 H! q2 h/ u9 F* i* [
2 ^ I9 ~$ a1 z, S" R" CFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
Z/ d8 E% @/ T: F; `; B8 t: P' yAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / a* i9 G# T8 a: a) @& ]
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ U) Q }# o9 t J" p, YBut I could have told you, Vincent,
( f2 r5 n0 g2 a/ J% U5 {# e* YThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 ]& K& D7 N! k
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; C2 h9 K7 u! N* |) i8 v( K* B5 z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / o; v- t. O: U5 v
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* e6 d! M- ?4 M1 QThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , K: O$ r3 k' |2 N: p- T e$ e! Y
2 W1 N& F* i0 \0 T2 eNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' z- r. i0 z7 Y3 ?How you suffered for you sanity,
/ j1 k, }' d6 x: }, x, a, e, hHow you tried to set them free,
. z: G& L& Z9 ^2 v5 t7 O0 OThey would not listen they're not listening still, ( {8 p' N& t2 @$ P7 z# n
Perhaps they never will. |
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