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) O( t% f! T- y, w9 B" ]$ AStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 g- \2 y2 ]3 i- M! u* V
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # k, B- Y' h$ w( Q' R6 a4 \
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 Z; i( A D* `4 |& s9 J
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - p4 p, J' S2 D/ h' _* r
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,) A# x7 t' x: P' } K) R+ z, S
How you suffered for you sanity, , K/ ]& W9 w: c0 V
How you tried to set them free, * Q& l0 e4 _7 _8 p7 Z
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 W ~ b8 x1 i5 ?Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, % J" r& i9 v5 ]5 V x. R% I
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * l1 S4 U" t+ X6 a
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- ]5 c0 x. g' v1 `( @; n7 X2 D; mWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
% ~4 x1 q& d. Y, @( D \$ w8 s8 |* EAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 u _8 \ `" V5 B) U$ v0 tYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 h, T1 O8 O: [2 x
But I could have told you, Vincent,
0 v) z* ?, G j& q, v6 g* V+ QThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 ~4 k5 R/ D! j/ H9 H) b0 Z
/ w3 }! b8 K a: j, {Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * N0 |4 u$ N' e; I
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! ]' N& s& E$ D; t0 p! PLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ G9 o% M' z/ c# l( zThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + d: y' I$ V7 s! F7 f! v
2 M; \5 z0 ^1 K' F) P0 M) U" BNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 l1 g% t+ a- B7 s" [* g
How you suffered for you sanity,
# b% a. t( {; T: |* z5 rHow you tried to set them free, , z- G c5 u) m$ s, f. {# a% h
They would not listen they're not listening still, 0 G2 {' Z) b. ?* U/ k& ?
Perhaps they never will. |
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