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' n3 X, @' M8 j! H7 L0 ZStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 Z' X3 U* ~0 I( s" }9 X" @
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 U$ N Y: Y" N- g4 x
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- ^' ?5 e9 [' W4 b1 ]) a9 V8 `; A
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) P) O. ^1 |$ {/ P3 \
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,! X, g0 e" d6 u1 k/ @
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ Q0 o# `" f+ H# jHow you tried to set them free,
) M1 e& H: E$ e5 T0 {# FThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 C7 O1 r" M0 q% P& b( m; z pStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - w2 K J! E! y! K
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! F2 _4 o" ?6 \( @1 w$ B' h/ {Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : [% T* M. \- O. `
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! W( j0 G1 T6 ~
; o5 x- q/ r( M' p1 lFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, , I0 V* J4 |- Q# C0 X ?$ I6 c
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . o5 U9 }& b! c) L: I
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 d) a/ q/ L; W) h6 m/ ~
But I could have told you, Vincent,
# I9 }' Y- l5 g6 {% TThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, l8 a( [0 m: S9 q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " u" q; b7 N8 B6 v4 m# I
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( `0 \8 K& u1 [& Z( H3 z- n9 g! x0 {The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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# J: _* P$ j+ @4 w- o; ZNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
, P, f( O0 B$ i" w, q1 NHow you suffered for you sanity,+ b/ T! J; n4 j3 P$ [
How you tried to set them free,
: }" ]2 n( _2 OThey would not listen they're not listening still, 4 H) E( s7 G0 J- q9 b9 }8 z- {
Perhaps they never will. |
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