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; V3 O& t% t3 g+ m+ h& zStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 t' k- K& A; A" {' V( d# I" M
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; b8 F H& k# i* BShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* g9 F6 t1 Q" p# i7 d' ?: B' g
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 r5 Y, u- ]% v ?6 U1 R/ _% U
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ T. f5 e7 j! C1 L& \3 O/ ], gHow you suffered for you sanity, 3 [' }( a2 G! O9 n
How you tried to set them free,
3 Y& K8 N- ^$ f/ _They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 O: n9 `+ v% }* D' nStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 n4 Q6 o" s1 I+ |8 V* i/ a+ h
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. z, ?5 M* g/ OColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 f1 n k+ I; t0 S/ \. }
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 Z& x- n5 P) X. O
0 b3 t/ Q: ?, Q5 l* xFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 0 |* X5 k. |7 w( @ [6 f/ P6 B
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 b. _3 A& o5 z$ A P7 q
You took your life as lovers ofter do, & i9 W5 M" q9 C+ h! G
But I could have told you, Vincent,
8 ]2 _+ ~+ g- R1 RThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 C4 @( M3 |' `1 J6 G, F/ w0 |
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 G1 C6 d- E" b1 J; X2 u1 u0 j
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 w0 D1 Q. m- [" aLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; b3 F7 ?' e5 N& V/ D7 O
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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+ ~9 y$ S' I- s! p3 j7 X! KNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' w: g* k- x+ \$ o* Z7 ?6 d( mHow you suffered for you sanity,
' _- K9 E6 y; t, E" sHow you tried to set them free,
2 ~. Q' P) d) g; GThey would not listen they're not listening still, : ^/ C. _4 u! m3 \. P& r- z
Perhaps they never will. |
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