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% |/ z) {( V0 i& [3 iStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 h5 g: c: d" w0 ~5 }7 m' o/ q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 j s1 m$ y! L. g
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! g* q% r* x, l% q8 Y' k
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - J& f/ ^( R- J# {# R% G# R% P, ^
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
! D+ A# i" ]. N8 \How you suffered for you sanity,
9 E% B' h& N# a$ X' I9 aHow you tried to set them free, - t A! N. ~0 ]; u- h! J: L
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 X' W, l- A+ b, U6 h! }
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * c3 f* k) M' p% k* G% F
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 [4 Z& t3 E5 T: J G& a r/ uColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 _. U% n3 r! I' a2 G% HWeathered 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,
9 g# j3 m1 ?3 e6 |! b+ ?( h* aAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ u/ Z8 j6 [, p3 Q6 z* B7 M/ TYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ w8 _: \% U2 e$ Z8 F: kBut I could have told you, Vincent,
6 ?& Y! y G. C3 H9 p3 K0 ?. H8 \ DThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( W: a* h8 ?0 W
; _3 B4 X0 U9 W: _4 B9 X# m; }$ F/ LStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ n6 U) k9 i% ~) u
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% e. x# A9 S; p' z8 m+ C; a7 u& I$ HLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 u" G3 b! O# PThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( f3 g( U5 t& y
+ U, v. H. H; f2 P+ QNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ k% T' Y4 c1 K$ m" l* q: F- sHow you suffered for you sanity,
K0 |6 E6 g% j$ ]0 u1 G& b4 _How you tried to set them free,
, b# }3 W6 V6 K" `They would not listen they're not listening still, % g) [, _5 f+ e: B
Perhaps they never will. |
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