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' o- A. m: c; C, UStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( b e! ?. e8 ?2 ^ KLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ B5 ^; g, c9 y4 M- e
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 ~! O6 g( I. xCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # p& J9 G9 l3 J" F) U
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 e' S- @% V& x$ `! a* ]7 oHow you suffered for you sanity,
2 `$ Y' t" t% s2 T q4 nHow you tried to set them free,
3 {# g* e$ ]& f* j, ^- j5 J/ D6 l4 R4 jThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 l/ r# Q- o3 H" ~# V
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' g3 q( m( j; F! c
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% r5 ~" [' W5 {4 c$ l* j" ]. |Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* D8 e. S' Z4 p" f0 xWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. y# y* s s6 \2 o- x4 ~
3 L( S2 r w( X; A, J1 z) k8 JFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 0 G7 |( _ q6 F- f; B
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) U' f$ q" A2 \+ S. T7 JYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ F0 k5 T6 v Z, D3 @2 \But I could have told you, Vincent, , U2 [9 y) y2 e( S# i D9 h
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, b# E5 n( m# s+ V" J2 f+ sFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & C( B# S9 P3 Q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 @/ Q I( C" \, A! U$ l0 K+ K
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( W, T I7 \ E7 _1 H
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 y! t$ R" k) `' I; e: G3 p
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 F0 K$ F, [5 n2 G, G8 ZHow you tried to set them free,
( w/ R. r4 x! L5 {4 [( vThey would not listen they're not listening still, C6 b8 b2 T0 d2 @" r9 d! n
Perhaps they never will. |
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