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# I6 P0 p+ b& y( }$ }3 oStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, Z4 m2 {* x6 Z3 w* N' @9 yLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 O) j3 I( T+ b5 b! fShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, o! K; D! t3 f$ b
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 _! W* b/ ]; k+ ~
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 V* ^6 e7 \2 pHow you suffered for you sanity, - z4 `9 G, M: T3 }2 u
How you tried to set them free,
# V! g# B# }3 q, w. \, sThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % V- s6 [8 x+ {8 W' |
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! _2 h) L" ^6 G
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; N5 p: u3 T7 f* u, J4 PColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' ]7 R; P ^0 r: b( m
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 @- h/ D `7 P/ A/ f6 d# ]
: ?$ f/ j! G* t* I9 WFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
* h- y' Y3 F* I z, q: `Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 L# ?7 p" |* K+ o0 s
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 I/ F. v) k, A0 S9 R
But I could have told you, Vincent,
: B1 E$ i" M; I+ E5 e% f+ i; N0 v0 TThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ C6 w7 h' U; m7 Q }Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 k6 j. V. u3 _+ S* v3 D3 nLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 {0 ~) l! Y- V5 e3 HThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. [3 t, X( o6 l
& n9 E3 _' U) t! W; I6 e! E g0 MNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 3 }/ T# u- u, j
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 P* Y* X E/ kHow you tried to set them free,
! } f4 I& y6 _They would not listen they're not listening still, 6 }% h) s _! i z5 ]- M2 t; [
Perhaps they never will. |
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